I am a TV junkie. When I feel in need of a break, nothing seems to work quite as well as spending some quality time with the DVR. It’s easy and mindless and safe. Much safer, in fact, than putting myself on the line by sitting down behind my keyboard and pounding away at the raw material that I am trying to craft into a novel.
But the final piece of advice I garnered from today’s writing workshop hit me right between the eyes. The speaker said, quite plainly, “Put down the remote.”
Finishing the work and preparing for publication has to be more important than spending three hours with JLo, Keith, Harry and Ryan each week. I wonder if they’ll miss me.