I sat down at the computer to work on Book 2, but I've found so many other things to distract me. I have to check me email, go through the forums, check my email again, check my bank account, check my ebay & etsy accounts, check emails again...the list; she goes on and on.
Frankly, I don't like to write much at home, when other people are in the house. I know how I get. Once I immerse myself into that other world, it's dangerous to try and yank me out of it. I might kill a body.
I'll be rolling merrily along, working happily on my book, when my sweet, well-meaning husband will come up and hug me. I almost bite his head off.
"I'm busy," I say without looking up. I try to shrug him off, but he loves me, poor fool, and he hangs on until I turn around and snarl at him.
David gives me that hurt puppy-dog face, but I'm too annoyed at the interruption to feel bad about it. "I wuv wooo," he says.
"Great. Thanks. Now go away." I turn back to my computer, but he doesn't leave, so I can't concentrate. I spin around, eyes flashing and smoke streaming from my nostrils. "WHAT?? What do you want; what do you need; why are you here?"
Sadder puppy face from David. "I just--uh--it's after midnight. Did you want to hang out, or get something to eat, or watch a movie?"
I feel a momentary twinge of guilt, but I'm trying to hold some brilliant snippet of dialogue in my head, and every moment I waste outside of my book-world brings me closer to forgetting it. So instead I make a growling noise and turn back to the computer. "Later," I mumble.
It goes on like this for awhile, and it often starts a fight of some kind. I know I'm being mean. I know he's sweet and wonderful. But my characters are in an end-of-the-world-type situation and flashes of brilliance wait for no one. Which is why I hesitate to do much writing when we're both off work and at home. That's Dave & Becky time.
But tonight he's in his man-cave (the garage, outfitted with a fully-stocked bar, refrigerator, pool table, poker table, dartboard, big-screen TV, and surround sound system) with his friends. So I sat down to fiddle with my book. And distractions abound.
Ok, I'm going to try to get some actual work done. G'night, everybody!