As I mentioned yesterday, I am writing a novel. And that’s a kind of commitment that requires a great deal of discipline, focus and a whole lot of not having fun. In other words there are plenty of activities and interests that I must forsake for the next several months. In fact, I already have. Yesterday I took back all the library books I had checked out (it was quite the stack too). No time for reading a hearty stack o’ books, not even speed-reading them. I’ve cut back on buying comics and am reading less of them – the unread stack is maybe 5-6 inches thick now. My blogging on comics over at Comic Book Fetish has slowed to a bit of a trickle. I cut back on videogame activity a while back, much to my daughter’s dismay. I rarely watch movies anymore, and in the summertime my TV time is almost non-existent (sorry TRUE DETECTIVE: Season Two – would’ve been better for me had you come on in the winter or spring as originally anticipated). I know I should be playing guitar at home more frequently instead of just playing once a week at band practice. Socially, I’m a bit of a homebody anyway, so I’ve been effectively (though not purposefully) shunning my friends and extended family on most days. That’s what texting and social media is for, right? Yeah, sounds like I’ve got it down , right? Well, there is one more thing I need to do and that’s cut that aforementioned social media activity by about half. With all of that in play, I should have no trouble staying on task of writing a novel for the next 6 to 9 months, right? Right?