I've written a column in the hour I've been sitting here and as soon as I'm done with this, I'll be working on my book I've restarted three times. I often run into a writer friend of mine at a coffee shop. She does all her writing there, mostly because she still has young children tearing through the house. One of hers is still in preschool, so her time really is limited to about three times a week when he's in preschool and when her husband takes over and gives her a few hours on the weekend.
I'm embarrassed to say she is getting a lot more done than I am. And I'm alone every school day with teenagers who when home take very little of my time. But there is something about being in your domestic environment that is very distracting, even with the best intentions. There is always something to get done. Heck, I even forgot to blog yesterday because I was caught up in domestic errands and such.
So I either need to encourage my kids to go to more events or I need to purposefully leave the house and go set up an office in a coffee shop.
Oh, the sacrifices I make for my craft!