Now that the braid in is over, I am trying to get back into writing. My friend Dianne, who often serves the needed role of Chief Nagger to my traits of Procrastination Princess, has been giving me good advice as to how I can best achieve the completion of my book on multistrand braiding. One of her main suggestions: get out of the house.
At home, I am subject to a million interruptions from my beloved family. Last night, I sat at the dining room table for two hours trying to edit the Introduction to the book, just to get myself back into “writing mode.” I catalogued the interruptions, for my own amusement.
Husband: We need to plan when we’re going up to the River in August. Do you have your datebook handy?
Daughter: Mom, do you want to go to Creative Re-Use with me? I want to get some paper to make journals. And maybe some stickers. (ie: Come along so you can pay.)
Son: We’re out of bread. When are you going to the store. We need chocolate milk, too.
Husband: Want to walk the dogs with me?
Daughter: Where’s your button box?
Daughter: Do you have red thread?
Dog: stamping on her water bowl repeatedly and looking at me.
Daughter: Could you sew these pages together for me?
Son: Are you driving me to guitar lessons tomorrow, or am I driving? Because I have that stupid baccalaureate mass right after, and I probably won’t find a parking spot at school, so you’ll need to drop me off.
Daughter: Isn’t this journal pretty? Look at it.
Son: Where are your keys?
Husband: Could you move some of your stuff here so I can pay bills?
It went on, but the interruptions were so mundane that you’d be bored out of your mind reading them. The point being: Dianne is right. There is no way I can write at home as long as my family is awake.
So, I’ve made a plan. I’m going to try to go to the library, which is just down the street, for two hours a day. I’ll bring my laptop and charger and hopefully find a way to sneak in a cup of coffee. They open at 10:00, so I’m going to try for 10:00 to 12:00, then walk home to make lunch. I’d have more time to work if I went in the afternoon, but my brain functions better in the morning, so I’d better go then.
I love my family. But this is the summer, which means that none of them have jobs (yet), and they are home, intruding on my space. I have to get out of here, or I’ll never get the multistrand book finished. It’s just impossible to get anything done with these Familial Interruptors surrounding me.