I'm trying to write this story in the living room, and it's difficult.
I've made my demands for the television to be off. I've let people know that I intend to sit here and get some substantial creativity flowing onto these virtual pages. I've got the lap top atop the lap, yet...nobody's taking me seriously.
Nobody's allowing me to have the peace and quiet I need to focus on the character development. Nobody's skedaddling into other areas so I can concentrate. Nobody's shutting up.
It's like...they think I need to be part of their "intellectual" argument simply because I am within proximity of the ongoing conversation. They're so lively about the things they're saying to each other, and every once in a while, they expect me to chime in with my take on the story, which has nothing to do with the story going on in my head. Nothing to do with me at all.
We oughtta just bust out a deck of cards and a six-pack.
Because I am not getting anything accomplished in this environment
And its been going on for a few weeks.
And it needs to stop.
Because I need to write this story.
I've made my demands for the television to be off. I've let people know that I intend to sit here and get some substantial creativity flowing onto these virtual pages. I've got the lap top atop the lap, yet...nobody's taking me seriously.
Nobody's allowing me to have the peace and quiet I need to focus on the character development. Nobody's skedaddling into other areas so I can concentrate. Nobody's shutting up.
It's like...they think I need to be part of their "intellectual" argument simply because I am within proximity of the ongoing conversation. They're so lively about the things they're saying to each other, and every once in a while, they expect me to chime in with my take on the story, which has nothing to do with the story going on in my head. Nothing to do with me at all.
We oughtta just bust out a deck of cards and a six-pack.
Because I am not getting anything accomplished in this environment
And its been going on for a few weeks.
And it needs to stop.
Because I need to write this story.
Hmmmm...seems a bunch of folks need to get a job.
ReplyDeleteYou couldn't be more accurate.
DeleteWhen you can get to it, I'd love to see your story.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to share it with you.
DeleteEscape to a quiet place in the public library >:)
ReplyDeleteCold As Heaven
I did that yesterday. I grabbed my laptop, drove down to the library, parked the car, and then realized the Northwest Branch Public Library is not open on Sundays.
DeleteSo I drove around in the heat for a little while and then went home with my head hung low.
One of the many reasons I can not seem to tell my stories lately. :( While the kids may not see me for hours, when my laptop is stowed in the bedroom is when I get my best work done.
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