It is easy to just not write. Way too easy. It is easy to sit on the couch and do absolutely nothing for an hour or more, to think really hard about writing, and to daydream about the day when you finally get published, when your ship comes in and everything is awesome (cue horrible ear worm now).
But daydreaming is a dangerous thing. It fulfills that need to do something without actually doing something. It scratches the itch that would have otherwise motivated you to move, and leaves it just content enough that you no longer bother worrying about it.
I love writing. I do. I love telling stories and sharing thoughts and putting it all together in a cohesive web of words is one of the greatest joys I have ever known. But I dream about it too much.
Time to stop dreaming.