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My Jack Nicholson Moment

I looked out the window, the snow had covered the ground, and it looked as if winter had won pummeling me into submission.  I decided if I was going to hibernate I would do it with the grim determination of editing my book. I went into my office, shut the door, and stared at the computer screen.

I began to lift my hand to the keyboard to change some words and fix a few grammatical errors.

“MOM! I can’t find my tablet?”

Sigh.

“Did you check the top of your Lego station?”

“No.”

“Well go look.”

I took a deep breath and began to focus on the words on the computer screen.

“Honey. I have a couple of questions about this paper work.”

“You are kidding me? Can you ask me later?”

“Well, I would like to know now.”

My Hand Slams the Desk.

“I see you are upset.”

“Did you see the door closed?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think maybe. Just maybe. I didn’t want to be disturbed because I am trying to finish this stinking book.”

“I am sorry. You know you never let me see your book.”

“I was going to let you read it if you gave me a quiet moment to finish editing this thing.”

Silence.

“I am sorry but could you look at the email I just sent.”

Blink. Blink.

“Can I do it later?”

“Sure. I don’t see why not.”

“Could you please leave now.”

Cold Hard Stare.

“What did I do?”

“You are distracting me!”

“Okay, honey. I will go out and get some dragon food.”

“What!?”

“You are a little high-strung and I see steam coming from your ears.”

“Just leave.”

As he slunk away I felt  guilty for being an utter diva just wanting an hour of silence to finish editing my book.  I stared at the computer screen and nothing happened – the muse had left the building.  I retreated to the kitchen were my husband had laid out my dragon food a glass of wine and a peace-offering of chocolate.

I knew tomorrow would be another day and I sipped the wine looking forward to an early morning of no distractions.

 

 

 

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9 replies

  1. I know that situation and “As good as it gets” is one of my favourite films. Don’t; you love that bit where the unsuspecting secretary tells him, as he is standing by the lift “How do you understand women so well? and he answer is the definition of rudeness. I always laugh at that bit

  2. I feel for you. Mr. Muse makes every attempt to not disturb me when I’m on a writing tear. I announce “I’m going to write.” He responds “Okay”. Often I’m interrupted/disrupted by goings-on and happenings, the muse evaporates, and I get frustrated. Mr. Muse apologizes and the cycle begins again another day.

    Like your husband, Mr. Muse does attempt to offer the Dragon something to compensate for writing time being destroyed. We have good husbands. 😀

  3. same story here.
    even when no one is here … so. many. distractions. I mean, I cannot believe how many times my phone rings in a day. telemarketers. wrong numbers. people I might actually know and want to talk to (some other time). TEXTS. good lawd the texting that goes, because no one thinks that is intrusive. It just never seems to end. There’s always an interruption in some way. What a noisy world we live in!

  4. Have you ever noticed that the typewriter changes color in The Shining? As many times as I’ve seen the movie, this year was the first I ever noticed that. It’s no wonder Jack flipped out on Wendy!

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