1. One of my friends texts. Then I get distracted. Or
2. I check out my e-mails first. Then I see something interesting on the Net and I get distracted.Or
3. My cat passes by and yeah-you guessed it- I get distracted.
Which ultimately leads to my having written aproximatelly one line each time. With one line everyday I'll finish my second book in what? 100 years? Huh. Peachy. I'll probably have "The girl who couldn't finish a fucking novel" carved on my tombstone.
And I deserve it. Seriously I need to start writting again. SOON.