Today I meant to write, but I allowed myself to get distracted by one thing after another...just life, really. Making a pot roast. Working out. Doing dishes. Trying to get this blog in order, which took a lot longer than I expected. But my main problem was not really the oppressive force of life's demands while I sat around snowed in and unable to do anything, but the fact that I felt uninspired; dulled, numbed by the snow and by being housebound. Everything slushed together into a gray, muddled mush, and I couldn't find the "click"--that little flash of excitement about a moment, or a phrase that comes from nowhere and rings in my ears until I write it down, or a wisp of an idea, fragile but insistent, buzzing around me, demanding my attention until I sit and write. There's still time, of course. The evening is young(ish). I have many thoughts about hair. And I'm scared of writing about hair. Hair is a loaded subject for me. So I would rather make pot roast or hunt around for my old hiking boots or spend twenty minutes wondering what I did with that black knit hat I used to have.
More often now, there are days when I'm able to sit down and produce, to work with intense concentration, to be completely involved in the process of writing, and get the job done. But, today doesn't seem to be one of them.
Tell us about your distractions. Tell us the best advice you've ever received about how to deal with them.
Or, tell us what you're afraid to write about.