Distraction is my biggest enemy at the moment.
Bit early. Need to let myself come to for a minute or two.
Isn’t the shipping forecast interesting?
And Farming Today… should really be up by now.
Sit down to write.
Need a drink.
My pencil needs sharpening.
Where do I put my mug?
Need to clear a space for it.
Bit cold, should put a sweater on.
Is it that time already? I could have slept a bit longer instead.
Oh look, that book seems interesting, I must read it at some point.
And that one, I started that one, must just remind myself of where I got to.
Write a sentence.
That clock ticks quite loudly at this time in the morning.
Must just check my e-mails.
Write a sentence.
Oh, wonder if anything interesting came in on Facebook?
Think those pencils should sit in a different place.
I’ll just play a quick game of Solitaire.
Right, time’s running out, I’d better get down to this.
Wait, I’m hungry now, I should eat some cornflakes so I have enough energy.
Write several sentences. (OK, maybe a lot of sentences by this time – do you know how little time I have left – the pressure is on).
Time to get ready for work (you know, the paid kind), children to school.
I’ll finish my word count tonight.
Tomorrow I will be better.
Stephen King has the solution to this, or at least something that will help deal with all the distractions that otherwise seem so uninteresting, pointless or simply futile:
If possible, there should be no telephone in your writing room, certainly no TV or videogames for you to fool around with. If there’s a window, draw the curtains or pull down the shades unless it looks out at a blank wall. For any writer, but for the beginning writer in particular, it’s wise to eliminate every possible distraction.
This, I can safely say, is not conducive to getting any writing done… It’s also not what I told myself my iPad would be used for…
So as of a few days ago, the iPad, phone and laptop are left overnight in a different room on the other side of the house. Fetching any one of them would involve waking the whole family and that ends badly.
The ticking clock might be next.