Sometimes the universe conspires just to mess with your head.
Last week I reached the three-quarters point of the first draft of Ghost Dusters Four - yay! I’ve been on a roll and happily meeting my daily writing quota and usually surpassing it. Then *boom* flood in the kitchen that translates into major water damage in the basement. This means workers are coming in and out of the house nonstop now for a week. Of course they have to always stop and talk to me too, however, I can handle a few words here and there without losing focus (I have four kids afterall).
Bella on the other hand has become a real problem. She is determined to protect me from these strangers at all costs. I’ve written today’s quota entirely with a Yorkie on my lap. Thank God she’s not a great dane!
Who or what gets in your way when you’re trying to reach your goal?