And imagine that when the moment comes up, you find yourself in the odd position of wanting to do anything but tennis.
Does this kind of thing happen to you? Because it happens to me a lot, and for the life of me I can't figure out why.
A book I've been dying to read sits on the nightstand, unopened.
Monday's comic is still not drawn yet.
A story I've been wanting to write is just a scribbled hash of notes.
Why the heck does this happen? And more importantly, how do I overcome it?