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!
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