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September 11, 2012

If you’re a long-time reader of this blog, you’ve seen Max the Wonderdog’s handywork before. People think I’m insane–in a bad way–when I tell them Max wrote the word kill on the closet door. Then I show them the picture.

This morning–a Sunday as I write this–I got up early to get my workout out of the way. And a thunderstorm rolled in. Max doesn’t like thunderstorms and, of course, just as I’m getting out of the warmup and into the workout, a storm rolls through. Normally, Max goes all the way under the bed in the office when a storm comes up. Not today.

Today, he stuck his head under the bed and left his butt out into the workout space. Trying to accomplish a workout routine around a dog who’s scared of thunderstorms isn’t typically a smart thing. So I went in the living room and did some of it. And then Max came out of the office, so I went back in. Then Max came back in and got behind the door. Again, normally, he goes all the way behind the door. This time his butt was sticking out into the empty spot.

Two different times, I came close to calling the workout off. Two different times, I decided not to. Now it’s ten of eight. The workout’s done. The storm is gone, and Max is almost over it. My arms and legs are shaky. And the workout is finished. Max the wonderdog couldn’t keep me from my workout.

The same thing can happen when you’re writing. You sit down and find a rhythm and the doorbell rings. As much as you value religious tolerance, you see The Watchtower and seek a friendly way to say thanks but no thanks. That done, you sit down and start writing again, only to get a call from relative X who you haven’t talked to in a while. Then when that’s done, the dryer buzzes. Then, when you finally hit your stride again, a political action committee aligned with candidate X calls to let you know that candidate Y eats babies. Live, adorable babies. Then candidate Y has a desert of harp seals.

It’s enough to make you want to give up. Pop a cold one–beer, wine (white wine, of course–you would never refrigerate red), even iced tea.

A wise man once said that courage consists of holding on for one more minute. Courage might be the wrong word, but accomplishment sometimes occurs when you hold on through one more distraction.

How do you deal with distractions?


  1. barbara fifield permalink
    September 11, 2012 8:56 am

    A good comment on what often happens when we try to sit down and write. How true!! This happens all the time and causes you almost to give up trying. Barbara Fifield, a writer

  2. September 11, 2012 5:07 pm

    Been ther, worked through that. One coping mechanism? We stopped answering the house phone. People who know us call our cell.

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