My name is Wynter and I'm a Scrabble-aholic.
They say the first step is denial. I did deny the power for a while—the power a word game held over my life. But I came to realize that the addiction had a life of its own. Not only had become a fun way to procrastinate instead of writing certain difficult scenes in whatever WIP I happened to be struggling with, but I started playing even when I wasn't in a writing quagmire.
I usually stuck to the safe and convenient computer version, but when my parents arrived one year for their annual snowbird stay, the disease took hold. Since I work with words all day long in my writing, my skills as a Scrabble player had skyrocketed. My mother was no longer a shoe-in for the three-way board game version in which we jointly partook. Only a few years into my journey as a full time writer, I was winning at least seventy percent of the time. My folks regularly gasp when I go out with words like couture, ruinous and plethora.
The extent of my addiction became clear when my tech guru took my recently deceased desktop with my Scrabble CD stuck in the CD drive. He had the machine for weeks. I started searching for online word games and yes—I even bought a brand new game CD because I couldn't live without my old friend.
I'm trying a new approach now. I limit myself to three games a day. So far, it's been keeping the monster at bay. What about you? What addictions keep you from working or doing things you should?