I’ve played about twenty games of spider solitaire this afternoon and finally realized I need to get my butt in gear and get writing.

So…I’m blogging.

Well, it’s writing in a form, right? At least, that’s what Piper keeps trying to tell me. *sigh* Sorry, Pipes. I ain’t buyin’t it. This is what we call wasting time and avoiding the WIP. BIG time.

Why am I avoiding the WIP? Not sure. I think the main reason is because I have to write a crime scene, and I hate the thought.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. But, Eli, you write RS! How can you hate writing crime scenes???

One simple reason. Crime scenes aren’t just about dead bodies (which I have no problem with). Crime scenes involve cops. And I hate writing about cops. I feel like a fish out of water when I do.

Luckily, my fabulous critique partners – one of whom is married to an ex-cop, and the other who has researched cops extensively – have given me great info to get going. And I did write it – all of a page. And now I’m avoiding it.

Argh.

So I’m finding anything else to keep me busy. I critted chapters from said CP, but she hasn’t sent more and left me hanging on the verge of a sultry scene. (Yes, J. I’m MAD at you!). I printed out a partial of SOS I need to send, finally keyed in some edits on the WIP I’ve saved for a few weeks, and now I’m balking at sending another partial.

Why?

Because the second partial is going to a big agent. One I’d love to land. And it’s my WIP – the one I *think* might just have that something special. And in my gut, I’m thinking, “Well, if I just don’t send it, she can’t say no.”

See? Loser central here.

*sigh*

Okay, I guess that’s as much time-wasting as I can manage. I’m off. To do . . . something. Wish me luck.