I finally had the time, weather and energy to go dig up the remains of last summer’s garden. But the cat strolled over and lay down right where I was planning to work.
Conundrum! I can’t move the cat when she looks so comfortable.
This is what it’s like every time I sit down to write. The phone rings, or the washing machine overflows, or I realize there is no food in the house. The hardest thing is to put it all aside for an hour or two, and write just one more page.
I’m learning that it’s OK to “move the cat” when you need to get something done.