You’re waiting for your wife. She said she’ll be down in a minute. You’re dressed and on schedule, the schedule she set. You’re going to her friend’s party, and she doesn’t want to be late. Because she’ll be a minute, you figure you’ll spend the time writing a minute’s worth of stuff while you wait.
You’ll write about how you’re glad you’re out of the dressing area, because you know about the “brown dress or green dress” question, which has no right answer. Or about the “does this make me look” question.
Just because it’s common doesn’t make it any less dangerous.
You’ve only got a minute, and you’ll be on your way. This bit of writing should be just the right length, because you only want to write for a minute. But wait. You’re still writing. Writing more than a minute’s worth. This has to stop. You turn on the ballgame and put your feet up.
