A few weeks ago, I resolved to keep my Facebook link-clicking habit in check and spend only seven minutes a day over there. And so far, it’s been working relatively well.
In fact, you’d probably throw something at me if you knew how many writing hours I’ve accrued this month. But then you might throw your shoulder out of joint. And if your shoulder’s out of joint, you’ll have to go to the emergency room, where you might slip on spilled coffee and careen into a police officer who’s guarding a cat burglar. And now the burglar’s gotten away and gone straight to your (now empty) house and stolen your cat.
Don’t end up with a missing cat. Accrue your own writing hours (and find out how I managed it when you click on this link to The Muffin.)