Some days I write like a demon or like my life depends on it.
Other days every single thing on the planet bugs me.
Flies trapped in weird places that don't stop buzzing.
Kids on scooters.
My kids screaming.
The bass of a neighbour’s awful music.
Yes, I listed that more than once on purpose. Well deserved.
And I write this as the gutter cleaning truck slowly passes my house.
What distracts you?