I have a great time ruminating over story ideas, playing what if, drafting countless screenplays in my head. Running through the turnstyle corridors in my mind is fun, but it's not writing. That's one of the many pitfalls of chronic sklyarking, or, as it's more commonly known: procrastination. Every day that I avoid writing, a creeping regret follows over me like a raincloud. Today I had a small realization: it takes more mental energy not to write, than it does to scratch out a page or two. Even a few pages of dialogue feels better than conjuring an epic trilogy in a trance.