The Avoidance Troll
I’ve needed to get some editing done for days. If I’m going to be ready for NaNo, I need to have all these other chores out of the way.
But there’s this little troll, a short little stumpy little wrinkle-faced little jerk,* who sits next to me and whispers, “But wouldn’t it be better to do something else? Forget all those silly chores. Clean! Play video games! Read! Anything but work.”
And I listen, because his gravely voice is so very convincing. He’s right–I DO need to play video games!
(Two hours later) No, wait. I didn’t need to do that. I needed to do work! How could I possibly listen to that little brat? WHY? He has sucked so many hours from my days with his too-tempting ideas.
So today, I’m locking him in the closet. Oh, don’t worry. I gave him some bread and water, and a few books and a flashlight. I’ll get some serious work done, and then I’ll let him out…
*So much easier to blame my problems on imaginary friends. Really, it takes all the pressure off my shoulders.