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So, I'm getting me a good head of writing steam up today, it's going well, I'm writing faster than normal, when... knock on the door. It's the guy who reads the metre. I let him read the electricity metre, and then continue.
Getting back into it, then, doink as my IM chime goes off. It's my husband, wanting to discuss something. I briefly discuss it (it's important) then return. Just settled in doink again, it;s a friend. I get rid of them, slightly rudely, tell them I'm busy.
I'm just getting back into it AGAIN when my husband RINGS ME to tell me the same important plans he told me on IM. I snap.
So, now my husband is wondering what he did to piss me off so much, and I am taking a food break before returning to the word mines.
Yet I still got 1500 words, even with all those distractions.
Getting back into it, then, doink as my IM chime goes off. It's my husband, wanting to discuss something. I briefly discuss it (it's important) then return. Just settled in doink again, it;s a friend. I get rid of them, slightly rudely, tell them I'm busy.
I'm just getting back into it AGAIN when my husband RINGS ME to tell me the same important plans he told me on IM. I snap.
So, now my husband is wondering what he did to piss me off so much, and I am taking a food break before returning to the word mines.
Yet I still got 1500 words, even with all those distractions.