I feel busy lately. 
Like mad cap busy.
Like I lack routine and can never get around to writing.
Like my writing needs a slot in my diary just to be tended to. A diary I bought in January like I do every year and never really use past May where the day ribbon sits stale and neglected like a geek at the school dance.
I wonder if I am too busy, too lazy or just good at procrastinating.
The latter may be it.
Actually, I am pretty sure that latter IS it.
I have energy enough to get in my car and drive to my local coffee shop for my daily caffeine hit and passionfruit filled biscuit. But when sitting in front of my mac all of sudden develop a lethargic demenour which is channelled into practicing the ancient art of drawing stick men on post-it notes.
Speaking of post-it notes, here is a link to a post-it note photo spread which killed twenty minutes of my writing time yesterday.
