Or you can do a little of both, as I seem to be doing at the moment.
I should be writing. I have a story to finish. A story I've wanted to write since last August. A story that's actually really going well. And I have a friend to support with a different story. I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. SO... why am I staring at my opened file with empty eyes and a movie in my mind that can't get through to my fingertips?
Get over it, Gaelic.
I come from a long line of individuals who simply made themselves do what had to be done. And somewhere along the way, they convinced themselves that's what they actually wanted to do. *rubs face*
Okay, pity party over. I'm not even making sense at this point. I'm going to grab a glass of vino, the baby monitor, and my music and burrow in the world of fiction for awhile.