procrastinating

Apparently I have a zillion things to do other than write.  I'm at a pivotal moment in the current draft and instead of being bold and plunging forward--which means that instead of the filmy, insubstantial mist of an idea of how the story goes in my brain, it would become written in stone.  (Editing...I know...but somehow it feels different.)  So instead of taking the bold step of actually getting past the high adventure/drama spot, I am: jogging, biking, eating, playing, fishing, napping, shopping, walking, showering, eating (again), visiting, clearing off the table, doing dishes, doing laundry, looking for old documents, eating (once more), and showering and going to bed.  I'm too tired to write.