On peace & quiet

A small rant from me this evening…if I’m editing or writing, leave me the hell alone!

I’m looking at you, cats. (Ok, and people. And the Lizard.)

It’s not just “a quick thing”. It’s not just “Do you want…”. It’s not “I’m just going to steal your lap because you’re sitting down…” It’s a tail in my face followed by paws on my keyboard followed by five minutes of shifting. It’s “Oh, while you’re paying attention I’ll just talk to you about-” It’s scrabble-scrabble-scrabble-scrabble-scrabble. It’s something that’s pulled me out of my paragraph, made me forget the next words of the sentence, left my mind blank if I was capitalising that word or not. It’s broken my concentration and disturbed my world and brought me back to a reality that I do not currently want to be in.

By all means, place a cup of tea by my elbow. By all means, jump on my lap and then settle down with the minimum use of claws*. By all means, stare at me accusingly. I am (mostly) nice, and I do try to warn my husband and housemate when I’m likely to be writing – plus they’ve got used to me over the years. I stick headphones in, I take myself off to the other room, I try to at least surface briefly to warn people and answer any important queries. I am a slightly considerate Inconsiderate Writer. But some days…for the love of everything you hold dear, stop disturbing me! Whatever you want is Not Important and I now have to repeat my damn paragraph because I’ve entirely forgotten where I go to!

And if you do disturb me: be warned. There is no wrath like that of an author who’s just forgotten the second half of a sentence!

Right, rant over! I feel better now. Plus I’ve just finished my last lot of edits for the meantime, so hopefully I’ll be more sociable for a few weeks…

 

* I’m realistic about the limitations of cats, if nothing else…