I'm writing a self-help book about the power of positive thinking but it really sucks and I doubt anyone will ever read it.
I'm writing tons of fan mail to people without air-conditioners.
I'm quite upset with myself because I'm writing an unauthorized autobiography.
I'm writing down some pranks I want to pull. I'll call it my do to list.
I'm writing a poem about determinism. It was bound to happen.
I'm writing a thank-you letter to Ron Paul for making me feel like a kid again.
I'm writing in my jourinal every time I get pissed.
I'm writing a get well card to a child I've sponsored in Africa.
I'm writing a list of nine things, eight of which required some effort and one that seems to be nothing more than filler.