Elephant in the Room - A Comfy One at That

There is a refrigerator in the other room. While it’s not calling my name at the moment, I’m pretty sure the couch in front of the warm woodstove is.  I hear it hailing me, calling for my immediate presence.  The sun is shining in the big picture window.  I could contentedly curl up like a cat … while away an afternoon reading a book in the warmth and the sunlight.  

Reading a book.  That qualifies as research, right?  Reading professionally crafted and commercially printed prose would surely, in the end, help me as I craft my own, right?

Darned those pesky New Year’s resolutions.  I resolved to limit my relationship with my couch in an effort to boost productivity… which I desparately need because I’ve got a deadline for two dozen super low-paying articles on a subject I care nothing about (and know even less about) breathing down my neck.

Does my couch miss me?

I know I miss it.

#6 - 1/6/2013