When you get nothing done. At all.
I tried all day and I have a raging headache as proof! The kids being home now is just overwhelming for me, and they were all SO needy today. Sweet Jeezum were they needy. Or maybe that was me.
The most literary thing I did today besides stare at my outline and doodle in various colors of pen in the margins was to drive to McDonalds in my pajamas sans underwear and buy a caramel frappe while listening to approximately 4 minutes of Catching Fire. It wasn’t even a good 4 minutes.
I don’t know why I cannot work at home. Send me to a cafe or a library and I can write like the wind, totally focused, but in my own house… NOPE. Why is that? Surely I’m not the only one.
And now that I have asked, instead of writing while everyone is asleep I will spend an hour googling distracted writers support groups to attend so I don’t have to work on my outline.