laptop. scheduling. jungle java.

most recent interruption: ‘that boy called me tooth butt!’ [seriously … i didn’t even know ‘tooth butt’ was a thing].

i thought i might be able to respond to student drafts while my daughter plays.

nah.

the room is full of incessant shrieking and shouts of ‘MOOOMMM!’ that so almost-could-be-my-kid that my eyes have lifted from my screen to scan the room at least 5 times since i began composing this sentence.

the only project i can even attempt: a copy/paste of an already-composed unit 3 schedule into my course website – a job i will need to look over in a quieter place before publishing. does this even count as writing activity?

happy-birthday-to-you!s, do-you-have-the-wifi-password?s, mom-look-at-this!s, a you-come-here-often-[wink, wink], mildly panicked games of ‘where’s my kid?’ when her curly head isn’t spotted in my first quick scene sweep.

[did i mention the shrieking?]

typing feels tense and terse. a rush of ‘how many letters can i tap out before i need to break away.’ key-clicks only barely audible when i listen intently for them, but i don’t dare shift focus for too long. and 10 second bursts of attention are not enough to sustain reflection/thought/anything.

and they only serve cups of light roast coffee here, a subtly flavored and steamy brown-ish water, complete with a mouthful of grounds laying in wait for an unsuspecting final gulp [or chocolate-raspberry or decaf].

i am in writing hell.

materials are irrelevant.

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