jennifer_j_s (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jennifer_j_s) wrote,@ 2008-02-26 12:42:00 |
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The running of the bulls and the wearing of the earplugs
Okay, it’s not like I need to concentrate like I would if I were in Pamplona during the running of the bulls (and stupid enough to be walking around wearing white accessorized with a red scarf). That kind of concentration could mean the difference between life and death. I don’t need that kind of concentration when I’m writing.
Sometimes, though, I wish my family would go away, because they can be big distractions when I’m working, which breaks the flow of words.
Like today, when my husband had to make numerous phone calls, to give billing services his new credit card number, because the old one got hacked? I thought he should go outside to do this. Or whisper.
Our home has an open floor plan, so it is hard to find a place where I won’t hear these conversations. When I went upstairs, I could still hear him, instead of my characters, until I resorted to earplugs.
What a wonderful invention. Sometimes little things like earplugs can be a writer’s best friend.
To be fair, sometimes when I am writing, you would have to cut the power supply to my computer before you could get my attention. If any of my family is reading this, don’t even try!
Okay, it’s not like I need to concentrate like I would if I were in Pamplona during the running of the bulls (and stupid enough to be walking around wearing white accessorized with a red scarf). That kind of concentration could mean the difference between life and death. I don’t need that kind of concentration when I’m writing.
Sometimes, though, I wish my family would go away, because they can be big distractions when I’m working, which breaks the flow of words.
Like today, when my husband had to make numerous phone calls, to give billing services his new credit card number, because the old one got hacked? I thought he should go outside to do this. Or whisper.
Our home has an open floor plan, so it is hard to find a place where I won’t hear these conversations. When I went upstairs, I could still hear him, instead of my characters, until I resorted to earplugs.
What a wonderful invention. Sometimes little things like earplugs can be a writer’s best friend.
To be fair, sometimes when I am writing, you would have to cut the power supply to my computer before you could get my attention. If any of my family is reading this, don’t even try!
