Carm is absolutely correct that I waste time that could be writing time. I also realize that some vegging time is essential to writing. Where is the happy medium?
What am I writing about?
What are my writing goals?
Where is my writing parent?
What happened to my morning pages?
SO what about the story I told Sophie years ago about unicorns and a princess?
Remember, the unicorns were always fighting with one another. They fought over toys, they fought over the rules of games, they fought over snacks, they just were constantly bickering.
One unicorn pointed out that no one was having any fun anymore.