Okay, so I have a very cool job with a very cool boss, and on night work if nothing else is happening, we can pretty much do whatever we want to stay awake. One of my colleagues draws. Another one makes quilts. And I get my laptop out and write. At least, that's the plan. Sometimes it doesn't exactly work out that way.
So here is what I did last night instead of writing:
I ate way too many Barbecue Shapes.
I played Words with Friends.
I watched The Love Boat and laughed at the fashions. I watched JAG and laughed at the 'sploshions. And then I watched Seventh Heaven and didn't laugh at all. I hate those people -- nobody is that wholesome!
I played Chuzzle.
I cleaned out my handbag.
"Shouldn't you be writing?" a colleague asked me.
"I'm researching," I lied.
She came and looked over my shoulder. "You're researching Plants vs Zombies?"
I exchanged random text messages with a friend who came up with some brilliant ideas for sex scenes involving cowboys.
I exchanged pictures of cowboys in various states of undress, none of which were particularly historically accurate but all of which were highly interesting.
I thought a lot about cowboys.
But I didn't write about them.
Oh well. There's always tonight, right?