Caging the Distraction Devil.

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             “Come on, check Facebook. You know you want to see what’s happened in the last ten minutes with your friends,” the Distraction Devil whispers in my ear as I gaze at the blank page on my computer screen.

“No, I’m not going to waste this hour. I want to get a block of new writing down. Get out of my sight!” I reply.

“OK, OK — have it your way.” The Distraction Devil slinks to the corner of the room, but he’s still there, weaseling his way back into my head, forcing me listen to his insistent voice.

Bing. I hear another email message arriving. I could just see who it’s from. Perhaps it’s work related and I should just glance at it right now. Maybe a tenant is telling me again that the heating unit on the roof isn’t working or maybe it’s from a friend. I think I need to know what’s in the message, right away.

But I resist, sigh and take a deep breath. I relax my shoulders. I ignore the Distraction Devil, who is jumping up and down just behind my shoulders, glowering like a maniac.

“I’ll get you, yet,” he says, gritting his teeth. He isn’t used to being ignored.

Call from Cooper James,” the telephone announces.

Oh dear, it’s my daughter. I should answer. What if it’s important? What if she wants to talk over something crucial?

The muscles in my neck become tight. I consciously tense and then relax them so that the knot doesn’t develop into a worse spasm.

I don’t answer the phone, even though I want to.

Maybe just one game of Solitaire would soothe my frazzled nerves. I know, however, that it’s never just one game.

“Why don’t you indulge yourself? You deserve it. A game of Solitaire will relax you,” I hear the devil murmur. “Only one. You can manage that.”

I know, however, that it’s never just one game. I glare at him as he turns his head away from me, attempting to conceal a smirk.

I’m thirsty. Maybe I should make myself some tea. But I know that when I go into the kitchen to boil water, after I make the tea, I usually forget to drink it because I first have to wait for it to cool. So it’s really a waste of time.

I look at my desk on both sides of the keyboard. Every piece of paper in the pile on the right side of my desk is important. Still, it’s messy. I don’t like disorganization. I like neat. I should straighten up the pile, discard those papers that I can get rid of and make them line up so at least the pile looks good. My mind wanders even more. The Distraction Devil is still in my head. I hear him snickering behind me. He thinks he’s winning.

What should I do if I find papers to throw out? Then I’d want to walk to the kitchen and place them in the recyclable container.

The kitchen is dangerous territory. Maybe I’d believe that I’m hungry and need to eat something…anything to distract myself from what I truly want to do.

“Stop,” I shout to the evil temptation hovering near me. “I choose not to be enticed by all these extraneous activities. Get in the cage, right now — behind the rose colored chair! Stay there and don’t say a single word! Don’t even clear your throat or sigh. I’ll put a towel over the cage if I hear any sound that interferes with my thoughts, my creativity, my writing!”

So today, I’ve battled the Distraction Devil and won this round. Of course, there’s always tomorrow. He’s using this time to design other techniques to distract me.

About writerladyjane

I'm a writer with a finished memoir, titled Images. Most of the blog posts relate to the general subject of my memoir and are about my experience of Federal Agents entering my home and arresting my then-husband for child pornography, as well as the following two years of threats on me. There are also posts that are of a lighter nature and some to do with my travels, especially a trip around the world I took with my daughter. I have an MFA in creative writing from Fairfield University and live in Westport, CT.
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1 Response to Caging the Distraction Devil.

  1. GrandmaCharityChallenge says:

    So true! How about the critical immediate importance of finding a caterer for an event in April? Surely I must do it now! And I need to pay bills, clear the kitchen counter for my book group coming this evening, and set out plates. Oh and what about making the beds in case anyone wants to see the upstairs? My memoir writing – hmm, I have to do that too, in a few minutes!

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