I mentioned a while ago that I’ve gotten lazy. The summer sun snuck into my bones and sapped my drive. “I’ll write/sub/be a creative person later,” I thought.
I’m happy to report that I’m currently back on track. WOO! I wrote down all of my deadlines so I could see them. I blocked out tiny chunks of time for writing, and (this is the hard part) I’m sticking to my schedule. I’ve been keeping snippets of inspiration in a folder to refer to whenever I need. I’m even sitting at my desk instead of merely spinning around in my chair. It’s awesome.
Then I noticed something: every single time that I sit down to write, something happens. The phone rings, or somebody comes to the door, or, oh, I don’t know, a DVD player suddenly FALLS FROM THE SKY and gashes Tiny Daughter right between the eyes. Cue blood. Cue an ER visit to get four stitches, all neatly contained under half a Hello Kitty Band-Aid. Cue abandoned laptop with a lonely, blinking cursor.
She’s fine and even scored an ice cream cone out of the deal. The DVD player has been thoroughly chastised. And after everybody went to bed, I stayed up and wrote and entire chapter. TAKE THAT, UNIVERSE!
Do you find that you’re constantly interrupted, too?
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