Things Not To Do

You know what I need to do right now?

Let’s start with what I don’t need to do.

I don’t need to start spread sheeting the expenses evidence for the tax enquiry
I don’t need to watch Alien versus Predator for the third time, The Incredibles for the fifth time or the Princess Bride for the sixth time (I know, I know, I was a late comer to the PB – I’m trying to catch up)
I don’t need to take the elastic out of that skirt, hem those two t-shirts, and Lord, do I NOT need to iron that linen skirt
I don’t need to write that one page synopsis for Run Among Thorns (Okay, so I do, but that is beyond tedious)
I don’t need to call the plasterer for the second time
I don’t need to call the plumber for the third time
I don’t need to dust the furniture, plump up the sofa cushions, tidy up the computer room, wash cat blankets or mop floors
I don’t need to read a seventh Betty Neels in four days
I don’t need to bake scones, make pasta, cook a curry or defrost the freezer
I don’t need to force-feed our annorexic hunter-cat (don’t worry, I’m exaggerating – she just forgets to eat when the world is so full of shrews to kill)
I don’t need to mount an archaeological exploration into the strata of magazines under the coffee table
I don’t need to edit the company magazine, report on my last three months’ activity or file my last six months’ activity
I don’t need to stress, guilt, obsess or panic
I don’t need another Diet Coke

So what do I need to do?

I need to write.

Ah well. Sometime soon. Maybe.