I am writing.
My mother-in-law is watching the twins and I am writing.
I'm writing out of my house. Out of my pajamas. And without one eye on the baby monitor.
I know this is a little bit a so what? How is that a big deal? Except it is for me. It's the first time I've done this in the fourteen months they've been mine.
Recently I commented on a handful of writer friends' New Years blog posts about my goal for the year: Focus, I said.
Which inspires a little bit of a *gigglefit* because Focus and I have never been friends. Just ask my parents or twelve years of teachers. Or the legions of Distraction Fairies who are always willing to pluck my attention away from the task at hand and lead me on a wild goose hunt—let's make cookies, organize the spice rack, is the mail here?, I should write a letter to my great aunt, did I finish Christmas thank you notes, oh! I meant to put the boys' photos in a new photo book. Let's Google ideas for formats. Let's Google character names. Let's open the WIP. Is there any coffee left?
What was I saying again?
Oh, yes, Focus!
I've long since accepted that I'm a Distraction Fairy magnet and I'm never going to rewire my brain to think in a linear fashion. But, what I can do is Focus on a task while doing it. While reading books with The Schmidtlets, I'm not going to worry about laundry or my word count. While spending time with Saint Matt, I'm not going to obsess about the length of our to-do list. When sitting at my computer during precious naptime, I will stay off the Interwebs and make the most of that time with my WIP. While on the phone with friends, I'm going to be less multi-tasky. The toys can stay on the floor for another few minutes and I can give all my energy over to listening.
And now, while sitting in this coffee shop, I will appreciate the baby-free writing time, stop calling to check-in every few minutes, and FOCUS on the words on the page in front of me.