Removing All doubt...Nevermind.

I think the most difficult thing in writing is just getting up the nerve to sit down and do it. For me, it's more that I need some quiet time all alone and to myself without screaming wives, kids, or sisters butting in. (Yes, my 38.3/4 year old sister is living in my house. She pays rent...every once in a while, or so.)

See, therein lies my problem. I didn't really write a whole hell of a lot before my eldest sister moved in with us, but now, when I would really like to have some peace and quiet and be able to write I have to wait until all four of the others have gone to bed. My old office is now my eldest sisters room of horrors and bitching, (My god, how she can bitch.) and my new office is now located due West of the dining room table in the dining kitchen. I name it such, because the kitchen and dining room are basically the same thing. To my right (or South) is the stairs which lead up to the slumbering noise-makers, but more often than not, my spouse likes to sneak down the stairs and peek around the corner at me until I notice her and scream out in perfect girlish form. (Alas, it happened JUST now. I shit you not.) I guess she thinks it is some type of game, but I think I am the only one not having fun.

And once again, since I have been interrupted...I have lost interest in typing on this and now must go do something else.

My wife's appearance and interruption has just added validity to my post on why I need my own damn office. Preferably away from the house.

-p-