Twelve hours ago, I planned that I would edit a short story, edit beginning of a novella and then do further work on that.
Twelve hours later...I am still editing the short story. It's not that it took me so long, but somehow, I spent less time on that story than million other things.
I surfed the net, social networking, read a book, and I even tidied my desk to perfection along with a neat little reference table on the side.
I hate days like these, because feeling of unproductivity just makes me feel crap!! Especially because I work full time, so if I waste weekends, they cut up on a lot of my writing time.
So I shall turn the negative around in a postive now - or at least half-positive. Once I post this, I am going away from my laptop (at least turning around to my desktop), and finishing that damn edit.
Tomorrow, I will have productivity oozing out of me. I hope...