Priorities!!! Where are my priorities!!! (I ordered them an hour ago...)

One of the most distressing things for me as a writer is the unmistakable fact that my house is crazy. Two children, three dogs, a husband, and two roommates make for a lot of noise and tons of distractions. The worst is when I'm at the computer typing away and on a complete roll. Then, out of the blue someone comes and asks me a question. It completely derails my train of thought and leaves me a total mess. It's hard sometimes to get back on the train once it's gone off the tracks.

With all of this in mind, can someone please tell me why I was playing on facebook all morning? I woke up at 6:30 without meaning to. Everyone in the house was fast asleep. The morning was blissfully quiet and still. Unable to fall back asleep, I got up and decided that this was the perfect time to knock out a chapter or two before the chaos of my day began. After all, it's a Saturday so I won't get much quiet time later. Use it or lose it!

I sat down to the computer, popped in my USB drive, and started Word. I did a little stretch and was ready to begin.

“Chapter 33,” I wrote. Then I sat there and stared at the screen.

I couldn't think of what to write. I read over the last few paragraphs of chapter 32 which usually helps. But, my mind was blank. So, I decided to play around on facebook for a while. Anyone who knows me knows that I can easily get hooked on sharing memes and commenting on issues. Yes, I'm one of those people.

It wasn't long until it was 8:00 and my son woke up. I wanted to bang my head on the desk. 1 ½ hours of silence wasted on a social networking site. I can write a hell of a lot in 1 ½ hours of uninterrupted time.

Now I can easily blame it on writers block or something similar. That's not entirely the issue. The issue was that I wanted to putz around. I have ways around writers block that don't include sharing memes of cute cats or posting about civil rights issues.

Now it's 8:30 and everyone is awake, except for one roommate who isn't home. The husband and the other roommate are going to an anime convention today. So, I can't even crawl into my cave (IE. The garage) to write.

Ah...my dear priorities...how I missed thee. Now, get your arse in line!

Frustration Abounds

I am so incredibly frustrated at the moment. 

I had been on a roll.  The words were flying from my fingertips and onto the computer screen with amazing speed.  The story ebbed and flowed.  The characters were lively and engaging.  Then, 2 months and 74,000 words later it all came to a screeching halt.

I had reached a point in the story where it was at a major climax.  I couldn't figure out how to continue.  One of the issues with not having an outline when you start is that when you get stuck you don't have a roadmap of where to go next.  I was lost and that in turn caused a huge amount of anxiety.  Basically, I despise writers block.

It's been a few months since I've written.  About 2 days ago I began once again to write.  My goal is to finish this novel within the next two months.  I'm not concerned with how I will edit it.  I am only concerned with finding out how my story will end.  Yes, I'm not entirely sure about how that will come about either.

I've managed to get over what was causing my writer's block and I like how the story is moving.  My issue, however, is that I don't want to sit at this particular computer to write.  Unfortunately I don't have another that I can use at the moment.  I have considered talking the hubby into buying a new one.  A laptop or netbook for me to sit and write wherever I want to.  The only issue with that is what to buy.  I have no idea.

I love technology but please don't ask me to look at a site with hundreds of different types of machines and then tell me to pick one.  I understand what all the specs mean and the technical jargon.  However, I'm not very good at making a decision in a non-emergency setting.  Pretending like someone's life depended on it isn't going to help either.

So, I'm venting on here and then I'm going to return to my writing.  Perhaps I can talk to the hubby when he gets home and see what he has to say.  Maybe he will have a better idea as to what will suit my needs and our finances at the same time.

For now...I'm going to just keep writing.