My novel is progressing slowly, suffering from the author's-fucked-up-life syndrome. I'm trying to deal with a lot of stress right now and several different people wanting my attention for different (and all essential) reasons. I spend my computer time now trying to switch back and forth between Word and my IM chat screens, often with more than one person at a time, which results in this sort of writing:
Write a sentence.
Read message from A.
Read message from B.
Reply to A.
Write half a sentence.
Feel guilty for ignoring B and reply to them.
Read message from A.
Write sentence.
Read message from B.
Repeat.
Scream in frustration!
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Sorry hon, at least when we get back to the dorm I can see that you are busy.
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