I never get distracted . . .
Oh yeah? So you reckon you can work at home, huh?
Sure, you say. I can switch off the phone, lock the door, unplug the Internet . . .
Then the postman knocks.
And the dog barks.
And your neighbour pops in for a chat or wants you to look after her seven-year old for half an hour.
Or the tap drips.
Or the unmade beds are calling you from afar, as is the ironing, the car which hasn’t been cleaned for weeks and that parcel you never got around to posting yesterday . . .
One of my favourite procrastination stories comes from my all time favourite literary Obi-Wan Kenobi, author Celia Brayfield, who reckons that she even got as far as rearranging the pins on her pincushion whilst busily avoiding any contact with her WIP . . .
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