Dithering, lollygagging, and procrastinating

I don't have a Six Sentence Sunday offering today. To be honest, I've been holding out on my main WIP, not sharing snips from it because, dude, what if folks told me it was crap? Not like I don't suspect as much myself, honestly, but it'd sure suck to hear that from somebody else.

Am still searching for my niche, my comfy spot in writing. Alternately I write angsty Regency, sarcastic urban fantasy, gruesome sci fi, and stuff that skirts the wee edges of porn but still might be called erotica.

Right now, I'm writing grocery lists. Come on, Muse: wake the hell up.