Sometimes it amazes me how much time I spend doing things related to my writing that don't actually involve writing. I spent a good portion of yesterday looking at maps to get a good idea of the geography of the specific location my main character was in. I used Google maps to create an underground railroad of sorts for refugees. I also looked up agricultural reports so I would know what kinds of food would be available for the people in this new novel to sustain themselves with. This also includes research on weather patterns.
Granted, I wrote a lot of notes while doing this research, and in the end I even hammered out a few paragraphs afterwards.
My husband saw what I was doing and said, "I thought you were supposed to be writing."
Well, yes. I kind of was. Maybe it doesn't make sense to some people, but writing isn't only putting words to paper. There's an entire process that goes along with it.