My lover is sick - not like dying sick, or twisted sick, just not feeling good, stayed-home-from-work sick.
My word count has dropped from between 1500 and 4500 words to 0 since he's been home.
My focus just isn't in place, I am distracted by the continual desire to be near and with him, snuggling him, filling his drink, making breakfast...mothering. I'm a stay at home wife, isn't that my job first, I rationalize. Plus, I want him to be as comfortable as possible, and even when he's able to sit at his computer playing on games I'm distracted enough playing over his shoulder or chatting about this and that. Its just impossible for me to focus on writing. I want to be with him.
I'm still a new enough indie author that I'm learning as I go, with my past freelancing I didn't really have to worry about self imposed deadlines. I simply wrote when he wasn't around.
I've heard of authors going to coffee shops to focus on their writing, spending as many as 4-7 hours sitting in a dark corner focusing. I can't imagine that I'd be good at that, people watching is a hobby of mine.
I have decided this morning (he is taking another sick day) that I will seclude myself in one of our den, curled up in my big expensive office chair that I have neglected since picking up this laptop for work. I must say since I just completed this blog of 260 words in 18 minutes it appears to be working.
My word count has dropped from between 1500 and 4500 words to 0 since he's been home.
My focus just isn't in place, I am distracted by the continual desire to be near and with him, snuggling him, filling his drink, making breakfast...mothering. I'm a stay at home wife, isn't that my job first, I rationalize. Plus, I want him to be as comfortable as possible, and even when he's able to sit at his computer playing on games I'm distracted enough playing over his shoulder or chatting about this and that. Its just impossible for me to focus on writing. I want to be with him.
I'm still a new enough indie author that I'm learning as I go, with my past freelancing I didn't really have to worry about self imposed deadlines. I simply wrote when he wasn't around.
I've heard of authors going to coffee shops to focus on their writing, spending as many as 4-7 hours sitting in a dark corner focusing. I can't imagine that I'd be good at that, people watching is a hobby of mine.
I have decided this morning (he is taking another sick day) that I will seclude myself in one of our den, curled up in my big expensive office chair that I have neglected since picking up this laptop for work. I must say since I just completed this blog of 260 words in 18 minutes it appears to be working.
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