No, not like that, you perverts!

It’s just that I only have room for one–well, maybe two–obsession(s) in my mind at one time. And while I keep meaning to get back to writing, the kids’ lives intervene…I pick up a good book…I start training for my annual triathlon…and writing falls by the wayside. Not because I don’t have time, but because I apparently don’t have the mental capacity. Am I the only one who feels like this? That I must empty my mind of all else before I sit down to write? I try to sit down and do it, but see the pile of laundry out of the corner of my eye, or remember I’m supposed to make a doctor’s appointment for the kids, or realize I should really, really go out for a run. As it turns out, my best writing time, the first couple of hours after the kids are at school, is also the best time of day for me to work out. Crap.

And the worst part: school ends next week. Which means I will never be alone with my thoughts. Oy.

So: time for a plan. Perhaps it will work better than my office. (Ahem, currently typing on the sofa in the living room again, but I swear, I will put the laptop back upstairs, I promise).

My kids are too old for naptime, but perhaps an afternoon quiet time? Maybe if I give them a few good hours of quality Mom time, I can talk them into leaving me the heck alone for two hours so I can write.

I have my fingers crossed.