Once again, I’m ashamed to post my word count.  (542.  Shut up.)  Honestly, this would be so much easier if I had something to distract me.

Like this.

Image: perezhilton.com

Someone on a website I like to read posted that she was far less productive when she was put into a cube off by herself and didn’t see or talk to anyone all day.  I’m like that.   If I stay home and don’t talk to anyone, I find my attention lagging, and distractions are soooo much more enticing.

If I have something to ignore, I can concentrate better.  Music is fine, but it has to be instrumental.  The second people start singing, I have to hear what they’re saying and I’m out.  That’s why I don’t like the TV on when I’m studying or writing.  Sometimes I can turn it on with the sound off, but even that is a problem sometimes.

Trying to find a job, figure out if I want to go back to school, deal with personal crap and everything else has made me wonder if I should have tried to do NaNo at all.  But I’ll keep plugging away.   I think eventually I’ll hit a point where it takes off.  It’s all there.  I just have to excavate it.

It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it.

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