That Counts as Writing, Right?

I bought new stationery today (a set of three wine-colored Moleskine squared journals, 7 1/2 x 10 inches). That counts as writing, right?

Saturday I jotted down two new story ideas that came to me while working out. That counts as writing, right?

Last week I submitted a new flash fiction piece that I'd polished up the week before to two journals (one of which has already rejected it, with a very nice form letter that said "we invite you to submit again," a sentiment that I plan on making them regret). That counts as writing, right?

I started planning a trip to Las Vegas for next year, listing the things I haven't done there before (visit the Liberace Museum, fire an automatic weapon, buy an Elvis impersonator a drink, etc.), things that I want to do, as research, so I can write my next set of Vegas stories. That counts as writing, right?

Not to mention that surfing the internet last night, I bookmarked half a dozen good-looking writer's advice pages, including TheReviewReview's links to journals that publish flash fiction, a list of ten types of writer's blocks with advice on how to avoid them, and the best gifts for writers that you could ever imagine. That counts as writing, right?

And after I did all that, I put it all into this blog post. Surely THAT counts as writing, right?

No? What's that you say? WRITING counts as writing?

Oh. Right. Time to get back in the chair.

Thanks for Reading,

Stephen