I recently joined LibraryThing. This is one of those rare situations where my tendency to hang on to practically everything because “it might be useful someday” has actually paid off: I happen to have an old CueCat USB barcode scanner that’s spent the past eight years or so sitting in a box of miscellaneous stuff; I got it when the CueCat company was giving the things away in malls, essentially pushing them into the hands of everyone who passed by. So I dragged it out, declawed it, and started scanning.
Of course, a number of my books are too old to have barcodes, or ISBN’s, so entering a shelf of books is rather time-consuming. But not necessarily in a bad way.
Now, it’s probably self-evident that time I’m spending on LibraryThing is time I’m Not Writing. But this is one of those cases where the distraction (frolicking through my library, so to speak) is happening because I’m not writing, not the other way around. Real-life stuff has been interfering with my writing time the past few weeks (I really hate it when that happens). It’s mostly (but not entirely) an issue of having too many other things bouncing around in my head to devote proper attention to my stories. Which is a good time to do stuff like cataloging things and blogging and redesigning web pages.