I go to the DMV to renew my license, as one does when they move to a new state, once I get my paper work done there is a wait. The first thing that pops into mind is, “Oh, I could write some.” I pull out my phone and get to work, it’s slow but I got words in. Then I get called and put my phone away.
Done with the DMV, grocery shopping, feeding my son, then I think I can try writing. I get my laptop out and my son is curious like any normal one year old. He tries to see what I’m doing I distract him with one of his fav movies. Then I get hungry so I make a light snack, putting my laptop on the fold out table in my couch. I come back to my laptop with my son is standing on the key pad. I pull him off but of course my laptop is messed up, but thank god my document is fine just some weird typed in words by baby feet. I put my laptop away, wait for my son to wear himself out, and put him down for his nap.
Takes me I don’t know how long I got trapped by Facebook reels to realize I could be writing now. I get the laptop out and try to write but I am distracted by more snacks, thinking of supper, a new way to write the story, and a rubber band. All I am thinking now as I write this is, “F***ing good grief, work with me brain, come on.”
Any other writers know the struggle? Tell me.