I’ve got four drafts I haven’t touched in weeks. At the end of the year I begin to get…lazy. I tell myself I’ll start writing and editing more next year.

In other words, I lie to myself a lot.

 Surprisingly, it’s during my writing slumps that I tend to scribble random poetry lines on the back of different pieces of paper. Eventually I’ll gather them together and sometimes I find that my random lines are better than my thought out ones.

This is where I tell myself that some good can come out of being a lazy writer. I write less, but listen more. I hear an interesting phrase. I’m able to think without the pressure of writing it all down. If I remember it later I can scribble it down. If I don’t…that’s okay.

So here’s my excuse for not writing a lot lately. I was listening instead.