Go exploring in Seattle on a sunny weekend.
Find a bunch of baby goslings and their parents while wandering around South Lake Union Park.
Visit a street fair in the University District.
Take a walk on the seashore.
Go kayaking in Puget Sound. (Note: this is not me, but as far as ways to not write go, this seems as fine a method as any.)
For good measure, you can always read a couple of novels.
And acquire that kickass TV show you’ve been meaning to watch on DVD.
Bonus meta-procrastination: Compose a blog entry explaining in pictorial format why you haven’t been writing.
I’m sure I am not the only writer who failed at getting writing done this weekend, though for most people I suspect their reason rhymes with “Riablo Smee.”