Writing a book is 10% inspiration and 90% not being distracted by the Internet.
Sometimes I get distracted.
In obedience school, Mr. Clark taught me to always keep my eyes on Mom, and always follow her. And concentrate! That’s more difficult than it sounds. Between yummy smells, geese, strollers, birds, lost baseballs, bikes, cats, airplanes, left-behind potato chips, motorcycles, joggers, cars, and the ice cream truck, Mom has to keep fighting for my attention – and mostly losing.
She says, “Look at me.” and “Heel.” and “Are you eating a peanut shell? Really??”
Mom gets distracted, too. She works on writing, just about every day, but I’m not sure she’s writing the whole time. She laughs at the TV, checks Facebook and Twitter, drinks coffee, pays bills, looks at Pinterest, reads blogs, shops online, eats cookies, and answers email. That’s not writing!
When I want to play, she says, “I’m working.” and “I can’t be disturbed.” and “Come back here with my shoe!”
…See what I mean? She’s distracted again.