Sit down in front of the computer, and open Word.
Realise I need to just update Facebook and Twitter, to tell the world that I am, indeed, writing.
Return to Word.
Realise that I am sitting on my foot, cutting off the circulation. Oh look, that toe is almost purple. It is so pretty. Hmm, maybe I need to be more comfortable. Re-arrange myself until I am comfortable.
Return to Word, and read the last sentence I wrote.
Hmmm… I am hungry. Can’t write on an emtpy stomach. Go find something to eat. Cereal is just too easy, and, anyway, I don’t like it. I need some real food. Start preparing small, nutricious meal (like fish fingers or mini pizza). About half-way through cooking, another family member will join me in the kitchen to inform me that they, too, are hungry. Spend the next five minutes debating wether they are hungry enough for a large meal. Start over in the kitchen, preparing a meal to feed the entire family. Return to computer with plate in hand.
Decide that I may as well reboot while I am eating, as it is hard to type with a fork and knife in hand.
Double check current word count, and read through previous paragraph.
Wrestle out a sentence. Check word count again. Get depressed because it only added 12 words to word count.
Spend 5 minutes motivating myself to continue, and then decide to blog about it instead. Write a 300 word blog entry about it, and convince myself that if I can write a blog entry, I can write a paragraph for the story.
Find a small snack to nibble on while I wrestle out a 400 word paragraph. Update Twitter and Facebook to let the world know just how awesome I am.
Fellow South African and all round awesome writer Cat said that writing must be the most bipolar career on the planet. I am not sure, re-reading my methodology explained like this, I would agree with her *wink*