Damn that Television!

Susan Elizabeth Phillips, I have discovered, is not someone whose books I can read when I’m working on my own stuff. I get pulled in and lose track of time, which means I don’t get to write. This is the part where I grumble with martyred self-pity and try not to think about the fact that, if I chose to read SEP only when I wasn’t working on one story or another, I’d never read SEP, which in turns means I’ll have to suck it up and learn some willpower.

Of course, if I blame SEP then I should, in all fairness, blame The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, and Castle. Somehow I went from watching hardly any television to having a schedule, which wouldn’t be so bad if I had TiVo or access to Hulu and could arrange my television-watching around my writing instead of the other way around. I keep telling myself that I need to get rid of the television entirely, but I am hopelessly addicted to Bones and the Discovery Channel’s yearly Shark Week. (This year I even saw a commercial for “Alaska Week”. Woo-hoo!)

What I really need to do is just stop making excuses. And, Lexi, I do believe you’re right: website revampisation is a procrastination technique. I do, however, want to at least tweak a couple of the other pages to get ready for the RWA National Conference, which–by the way–I’m starting to get really excited about.