By the way, this blog post doesn't count

I'm trying not to write. It is term break around here, so that is my official excuse. But the truth is that there are a few pressing things to do and I know doing them now won't make them better. Which is the odd part of writing nobody tells you about. There is procrastinating. The fear of being a procrastinator often leads to working and producing unusable garbage. I've perfected the rubbish routine, thank you very much. Then there is forcing yourself to leave something alone. Sometimes it is a manuscript. It needs time to become old, to look at...