I find myself thinking a lot about decisions about what to do and how to do it with respect to my writing career. I'm regarding this as carefully laying the groundwork, to make sure decisions made in haste don't come back to haunt me in the future.
My first complete short story has finished for two days, and has yet to be submitted anywhere, yet I'm practicing how I'll handle myself when I'm on Oprah. What the hell?
I did the same thing when I did all kinds of research on how to prepare and mount a deer skull to show off the rack to the best advantage. Then, I went on my hunting trip, and came home empty-handed. You'd think I'd have learned a lesson from the experience.
This is starting to cross the line from escapist fantasy to delusional obsession.