The last thing I need.

I don't understand the way my mind works. I really don't.

NaNoWriMo is right around the corner. I need to be finishing the book I have been working on. And while not a plotter/planner, I would like to give a tiny bit of thought to what I will be writing for Nano.

But no. I pick up a pencil and find a new hobby.
Drawing.
What in the hell brain? You KNOW I don't have time for this. My last post was about sacrifices. This is the DIRECT OPPOSITE of that!

*facepalm*

But we can't choose our passions, can we? It's why they are passions. They chose us.

I am in so much trouble.

I also want to take up candle-making...

Mmmmm, lavender...

And this is beautiful, and looks so simple...

And this isn't helping my writing at all.
Damn it.
I WILL finish Addicted. I WILL!