Writing Procrastination

I need a place to sit and relax. I need the best of snacks. To start my writing prompt, I need a slice of pizza to chomp. I need the tv to turn off. I wish I had a writing loft. If someone would put that clutter away, I could sit quietly and write all day! Once the quiet sets in. It’s bedtime, so I settle within. I’m not tired at the moment. This silence is heaven sent. I woke up at 7:00 in the morning. I wonder if my writing was boring. I take my notebook out. Wondering what my writing was about. A notebook filled without words. I wish I had written about birds. Or music, or sadness. Or even badness. But now the tv is back on. Out comes the morning sun. I really should be writing today. But sometimes I think there is not much to say.