I’m not one of those.
Instead, when I sit down to write, by gum, I write!
(There’s always a however…)
I still get distracted. Unwillingly so. No, I don’t want to be distracted. No, I don’t want to stop writing. Go away.
My distractions usually begin with, “Moooom…” or “Honey..?” or “Meow.” And occasionally fire alarms. Sometimes phone calls. Other times, with “Zzzz….” (usually when I can’t help it).
If the distraction is ignorable, I’ll ignore it. But if I can’t, I grumble and acquiesce to whatever the distraction wants. (Really? Laundry? Now?)
Last November I took the whole month off the Day Job so I could be a professional author. I sent the offspring to school, the co-parent to work and me and my laptop sat down and we wrote. Sometimes for as long as six hours. Oh, it was glorious! I got so much wordage done.
But the Earth still turns and kids come home from school and the circadian rhythms ebb. Sooner or later, I’ve got to stop what I’m doing, save my WIP and go make dinner.
You’d think by now the loinfruit would have figured out how to fend for themselves.
Alas, this year, no November off. I've gotta squeeze NaNoWriMo in between everything else, just like everyone else.
So, y'all? Go away and let me write!
Her Grace dreams of the day she can write full-time without being interrupted. She's done it before and thoroughly relished it.