I'm feeling SASSy today. Yep, it's true. I'm suffering from Short Attention Span Syndrome. It's not my fault. Biology currently dictates that I get up and take a trip from my desk to the end of the hall about every 10 minutes, seemingly. Maybe it's not quite that often, it just seems like it. But efficiency studies show that every interruption takes about 15 minutes to recover from and Mother Nature's constant interruptions are making my efficiency pretty darn low. I also haven't quite found the right music to get me going, although I keep playing Social Distortion's cover of Ring of Fire.
Laurell K. Hamilton listens to Christmas music when things aren't going well. I know if I put on Harry Connick Jr.'s Christmas CD, I will want to do nothing but hang Christmas lights. Nice for the house, but it doesn't get my book finished.
So it's time to revert to the method for working with tiny blocks of time. If I can only sit still for five minutes, then I use the timer and during that five minutes I write like my fingers are on fire. Small chunks of time result in small chunks of work, but enough of them by the end of the day really add up. How do you get a book written? Sometimes it's one sentence at a time. Sort of like how you eat an elephant. The key is to keep at it until it's done.
