Why is it that even when we love doing something it’s very easy to get distracted by other things?
I’m supposed to be editing the next book in the Jaared Sen series – Death After Midnight – but I keep finding myself distracted by the silliest things (Facebook, Twitter, other people’s blogs – isn’t Suzi Perry @suziperry great?).
I’ve always felt like I was a bit lazy, really, preferring to read a book than mow the grass. But then who wouldn’t? With writing it’s supposed to be different as it’s more of a passion than a job, or so one would be led to think.
The writing part of it is great, feeling it all come together and flow out of the fingers into whatever medium best suits it. It’s the tidying up afterwards that gets a bit, well, boring.
I think I already linked to Charlie Stross’s piece on Lifestyle or Job before; it covers a lot of this, and I can’t disagree with any of his points.
Hey, don’t get me wrong, I’m very lucky that a lot of what I do is writing, whether my books or my job – I spend a great deal of time putting words to paper, or screen, for that matter.
I think I’m going to have to use Freedom a bit more, so I can concentrate on one thing at a time and stop getting distracted by bouncing icons in the dock telling me that someone’s bought broccoli again.
Hey ho, it’s off to write some more…