Tuesday evening.
This night is set aside for me to write. I wait at the mall where I get free wifi while my son attends his CAP meeting. And I write. I write thousands of words. Tomes. I have finished three novels in the past year. These are all lies. I am practicing to write fiction by telling lies. I have eleven Tuesdays left before my son leaves for Basic Training, and then my Tuesday nights are gone.

So, in the spirit of true procrastination, I blog. Let's say I use the blog to fire my creative juices. I may very well write a thousand words. They may be nothing more than blog-worthy. But somewhere amid the drivel I may find a golden crumb, maybe a metaphor or an allegory. Maybe I will happen upon an inspiring character name.

Or maybe I will reply to the annoy blip which tells me someone wants to chat with me.