I was thinking today, about how much I think before I write.
And then, I wondered if I was procrastinating, by thinking about thinking before I write.
But then, I thought well, I’m thinking. Isn’t thinking…work?
I think thinking is work. But I’m not sweating. And I’m not sore. But I am getting unhappy.
So it’s got to be work. And I’m starting to moan some.
So yeah, it’s work.
So I’m thinking and moaning, which is working, not procrastinating…
And then I think that it is procrastinating after all unless I do something.
Because for an action to be truly acknowledged as work it has to produce something.
So here it is.