I am procrastinating and damn proud of it.

It takes a lot to procrastinate when you have a full schedule. For example, I could make this blog about agenting. I have been calling editors for my very first time and submitting some client manuscripts. But that would be work.

I could write about writing. I've been slogging away at my novel every morning around 5ish. I would love to get some readers for it. But that's work.

I came home early from school with some bogus story about how all my materials to write my paper are here. So my adorable wife and child left, ruining my plan to spend the afternoon with them instead of on the paper. Now here I am in an empty house, and I almost checked my agent email and my school email before I realized that was work.

For that matter, parenting is work, so it's a good thing they left.

I thought about cleaning the house, since our lovely little one is a perpetual motion machine. But that's productive. I'm trying to be unproductive. And I'm shutting down any thoughts of going for a run despite the brownie sundae I just had for lunch. I am sitting on my ass and proud of it.