There are just so many ways for a writer to become distracted. Here’s just a few examples…
Plumbing. You just never know when a washing machine is going to leap across the room and smash a wall spigot!
Dogs. They’re always needing either a bath, ‘walkies’, or a trip to the vets.
And there are those awful periods where it’s necessary for a writer to allow himself to be dragged on to a plane and jetted off to somewhere warm.
But perhaps the greatest time-waster of them all is the need for personal hygiene. Imagine how many more words I could type if I didn’t need to do this?
And as regards visiting the toilet: well look how angry I become…
How do I ever find the time to create nonsense like this?