You're in the middle of a major plot twist. Fingertips fly across the keyboard, prose tight, characters jumping off the page, and then you have to put it aside because of a very irritating interruption. Annoying isn't it?
It's Monday, I've barely had any sleep since last Thursday. I have ideas swirling in me head, that's right, I said me, not my, and my mother in law is driving me nuts.
Why? Because instead of hiring professionals, she'd thought oh, my son and daughter and law can do it all. F*cking brilliant. My pinched nerve is screaming and my patience is up.
Charli is probably wondering if I died since we haven't spoken for almost an entire weekend. She's thinking I'm lying in a ditch somewhere, my computer held tightly to my chest curled into a fetal position. Who do I call, she muses? The FBI or the Mounties?
All I want to do is say shut the f*ck up so I can write. I'm accustomed to writing everyday, whenever a thought pops into me wee addled wits, I have my trusty laptop ready and waiting. And that is another story. My less than a year old MacBook Pro has a cracked, well, almost shattered screen.
Can you say ouch? After packing all day Thursday and posting DINNER WITH JAWS, I was chasing after my daughter and dropped it. Though it wasn't until much later that I realized, with disgust and horror, just what I'd done to it.
Needless to say, I ordered a new one that night, and am impatiently waiting for its arrival. 'Twas cheaper to buy a new one, with an insiders discount, than wait 6-8 weeks for the entire screen to be replaced. Can you say zero patience? I bet you can.
I know, I know, 'tis expensive, but I'm an Apple SNOB. I adamantly refuse to use any other make or model. So through a shattered screen I type my rant, pissed at the days of written interruption.
Tick toc, tick toc ... waiting for the wee banshee to fall asleep and blessed silence to descend.
Writing is like a heroine addiction, if I don't do it at least three times a day, I go through painful withdrawal. I get the shakes, want to pull out my hair and shout at whomever is distracting me from my task.
How do you cope with distraction?