Procrasination

I'll get around to writing this post ... later.

Yes, you know the feeling - you'll do it later, you'll put it off, it's not going anywhere. President's week was, for me, a week I had to myself - there was nothing besides homework that I had to do. I could have wrote anything that I wanted to all week long ... but I wrote next to nothing. I wrote much less than I would have if I had been sitting in a classroom.

Why is that?

I haven't quite discovered the answer to that yet, but I've noticed an interesting phenomenon.

When I'm busy, all I want to do is write.

When I've got nothing to do, I'm bored as all get out.

I think that all of this concludes to one very true thing: the world is a very strange place.

Novels and Characters

Sometimes, there are characters that take over your writing. They were intended to be side characters that appear once and then exit stage left, never to be seen again.

Like people from life, there are those characters who decide they're sticking around no matter what you try to do to them. I have a character in my current novel - a detective named Theodore Wallace - who was supposed to be so insignifgant that he never truly had a first name.

Like I said, sometimes characters decide they just need to stick around: for either the case of love, of hate, or perhaps they just have a bigger part to play. "Wallace" is now working the kidnapping case as the first detective assigned - he made me realize that there was a whole other story before the novel begins to take place.

Does anybody else have a character like that? Ones who take over?