My book is not a book. . .

So this post is actually going to be about writing (shocking)!  More specifically, Writer's Block - seeing as how this is about the only connection I've had to writing in a little over a month (except for a few poems - one of which I wish I had had more time to perfect before I gave it to a certain someone...ooops).  Anyway, this is how my Writer's Block usually goes, and so I present to you

Writer's Block : A Day in the Life Of

Intentions: I'm going to wake up really early in the morning so that I can get a head start on Writing.

Reality: Alarm goes off, the snooze button is hit repeatedly so that I end up getting up about normal time (on weekends).  Realizing that I'm already running behind, I turn on the TV and find Kitchen Nightmares.  I watch it for a couple hours and then realize "Okay, I'm really not doing anything productive other than making myself wish I could cook."

*Gets off couch and goes upstairs to sit at computer.

Intentions:  Sit here, with wifi button turned off until I write something. 

Reality:  After about ten minutes, I turn the wifi back on and get onto Facebook and stalk people who have way more interesting of lives than I do.  After browsing around there for about an hour, I again scold myself into doing something else that can be considered productive.

*Leaves computer and picks up a book*

Intentions:  This book will give me some inspiration to write and I'll see that it's possible and that I can do it.

Reality: After reading a chapter or two of a book, I find myself close to tears thinking to myself "OH MY GOD. I SUCK! MY WRITING WILL NEVER BE LIKE THIS!  MY BOOK ISN'T A BOOK! IT'S A WORD DOCUMENT AND IT DOESN'T EVEN BEGIN TO COMPARE TO ANYTHING I READ - NO MATTER HOW CRAPPY THE BOOK IS!"

*Although rather upset, I continue to read because, let's face it, the book I'm reading is more interesting than the one I'm writing and reading the one that's already written is a lot easier than forming a plot line, developing characters, and trying to throw some literary elements in there somewhere.*

A couple hours later you realize it's getting late.  You remember that night time is your peak writing hours, so you sit back down at your computer.

Intentions:  Make yourself write and just pretend to feel inspired.

Reality:  Hello, Facebook. 

But hey, writing statuses and comments still counts as writing.

. . . right?