I had the best of intentions to continue blogging and writing. I started doing author interviews even to promote others.
But then I hit a wall. My project stopped at about 20k words and I haven’t posted in over a week. Ugh. New puppy, constant interruptions and lack of ability to concentrate have left me . . . frustrated to say the least.
The nicer weather has given me excuses to be outdoors and I love to be outdoors.
I’m trying to figure out how to let my family know to leave me the hell alone when I’m writing. Just because I am physically here, doesn’t mean you can come ask me to do this or that for you. I’m trying to concentrate for Christ sake. The non-stop interruptions have affected my writing, not just the amount of writing, but re-reading what I’ve written is showing me that this story is a bit disjointed. It isn’t flowing as well as some of my other work because of the lack of ability to concentrate. Now I know how my A.D.H.D. son feels. He has my empathy.
So, like Roxanne, I may put up a red light to alert others that talking to me may cause bodily harm. Affecting my passion could be deadly. Okay, not deadly, because I love them, but still.
What do you do – those of you who live with others and spawn – to make your family aware that your craft needs your undivided?