It’s the weekend and it’s raining. “Today,” I think, “I’ll get some writing done.”
I head downstairs. There’s a child attached to the computer. “I’m doing my homework. It has to be handed in tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I leave her to it.
A couple of hours later I look in. She’s on Facebook. Cue argument. I disconnect the internet. She goes back to work.
At last she finishes. I take my seat. I read the last couple of pages to get back into the flow. I write a sentence. A gentle purr and the cat jumps onto the desk. She pads about on the keyboard.
I push her off and delete everything she has written. Somehow she has managed to engage some weird function thing that I don’t understand. It takes me the next half hour to sort it out.
I re-open my file. I re-read what I read earlier. I write a sentence. My husband comes in. Phone call for me.
When I get back he’s sat at the computer. “I’ll just be half an hour.” I go and get on with something else.
“Is the computer free now?” I ask as he emerges.
He shakes his head. He’s just bought some something. It’s downloading. It’ll be another four hours.
Looks like I’m not going to get much writing done today.