Titanic show marathon, sweet! Not that it helps move the pen any . . . Ha, ha, yeah, woe are the distractions we writers face: tv, radio, kids (sometimes a valid excuse, unless you're watching them sleep), lack of kids, pets, lunch, looking for our keys . . . All mundane and all take the greatest amount of time from the day.
If I had to go meet family at a restaurant, I'd take my notebook and jot done any and everything while waiting for the appetizers, or the family to show up. Same goes for getting an oil change, new tires, a doc appointment, laundry mat, and so on. But, gods, when home on my own -- left to my own devices -- I lose all direction sometimes! Infomercials take precedence over my work. That's just sad.
How do we get so off tract???
Guess only the gods know, because everyone I know has not a clue. Just so odd that the simplest, pay-no-attention-to thing takes center stage when we have something so much more important to do. I would not go as far to call every writer a procrastinator -- not all the time -- but the label hits awfully close at times.
We can be fickle beings, have timid muses and ideas that live only to be fleeting, but, we do get the job done . . . when we finally get our arses out of the 'oh, look, shiny' loop of distractions. And, I guess that is the biggest obstacle of writing: the writer with the attention span of a gnat.
But, the pen must keep moving. So, time to turn off the boob tube (unplug the phone, lock the door; close the curtains) and get it in gear. Besides, what's a obstacle but a challenge in need of besting!
Bring it!
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