While writing under tight deadlines—which I prefer—I still manage to get distracted by The Shiny. It happens. A lot.
The Shiny can be anything from a thought I have, to someone coming in and chatting while I’m trying to work, to needing food because I’m ready to eat my laptop. I get distracted from the realities of day to day life by writing. I also have the attention span of a toddler hyped up on sugar at times, and therefore can’t listen to music as I write.
Home. It sounds like such a simple word, but what does home mean to you? Is it a place—a house, apartment, boathouse, or some other type of residence? Is a home something you purchase, or can you rent it?
Or is home something less easily defined? An intangible feeling and sense of belonging that you carry inside? For some people, home is a person who brings them comfort and with whom they feel secure with.
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