(this post begun Dec 8, aprox 8 pm)

I am avoiding writing a christmas letter.

I've got cards (with possibility to print more, since they're my creation this year) and envelopes, and stamps, and a growing if very haphazard list of people to send cards to (and if you want one, and have reason to believe I don't have your address already... let me know?) but the actual communicating with people thing has gone from ordinary procrastination to the level of forgetting I'm procrastinating about it and still have that left to do. I started one with bullet points, and it's sitting open on my desktop, not even saved yet.

Now, I am moving on to avoiding writing this post, by mucking with things sitting on my desk. (as opposed to by doing something useful, such as going to get the tea I set down on the other side of the living room.) This is why I'm not entirely sure the hours spent writing method of measuring experience is as useful to me as it might be to others; the amount of staring at the monitor not writing is inextricably mixed with the actual writing in unhelpful amounts, and I am not about to time that. (It's also the sort of thing for which I have very little concept of time, anyway, which is not helped by knowing that 500 words may take anywhere from 20 minutes to a week, depending.)

In this particular case, I was having a sudden moment of remembering just how miserable I was about wedding planning-- it was a thing I wanted to do (or rather, didn't want anyone else in charge of) and that eventually worked well, but I spent a nice long time really really not wanting to deal with it. Today, I spent my procrastination time reading, and darning grauwulf's interesting socks. Possibly by tomorrow I will have figured out how to redefine the problem and not need to write a christmas letter at all.

(this post begun Dec 8, aprox 8 pm)

I am avoiding writing a christmas letter.

I've got cards (with possibility to print more, since they're my creation this year) and envelopes, and stamps, and a growing if very haphazard list of people to send cards to (and if you want one, and have reason to believe I don't have your address already... let me know?) but the actual communicating with people thing has gone from ordinary procrastination to the level of forgetting I'm procrastinating about it and still have that left to do. I started one with bullet points, and it's sitting open on my desktop, not even saved yet.

Now, I am moving on to avoiding writing this post, by mucking with things sitting on my desk. (as opposed to by doing something useful, such as going to get the tea I set down on the other side of the living room.) This is why I'm not entirely sure the hours spent writing method of measuring experience is as useful to me as it might be to others; the amount of staring at the monitor not writing is inextricably mixed with the actual writing in unhelpful amounts, and I am not about to time that. (It's also the sort of thing for which I have very little concept of time, anyway, which is not helped by knowing that 500 words may take anywhere from 20 minutes to a week, depending.)

In this particular case, I was having a sudden moment of remembering just how miserable I was about wedding planning-- it was a thing I wanted to do (or rather, didn't want anyone else in charge of) and that eventually worked well, but I spent a nice long time really really not wanting to deal with it. Today, I spent my procrastination time reading, and darning grauwulf's interesting socks. Possibly by tomorrow I will have figured out how to redefine the problem and not need to write a christmas letter at all.

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