A while ago I wrote and published an essay about writing in between loads of laundry, in the car, etc. Now, like you, even music distracts me. I NEED QUIET. And of course, in the summer there is none of that. Sooo, I'm biding my time, waiting for fall when I can get into the swing of things, and hopefully get back into my character's head. I miss her. I don't need a perfect atmosphere, just one where I can type more than a page without someone telling me, "Hey, look at this picture" or "What time can you take me to town?" or "There's nothin' to eat in this house" or my all time fave: "What are you doing? You don't look THAT busy."
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I NEED QUIET. And of course, in the summer there is none of that. Sooo, I'm biding my time, waiting for fall when I can get into the swing of things, and hopefully get back into my character's head. I miss her. I don't need a perfect atmosphere, just one where I can type more than a page without someone telling me, "Hey, look at this picture" or "What time can you take me to town?" or "There's nothin' to eat in this house" or my all time fave: "What are you doing? You don't look THAT busy."