Snowed In

I have lost count how many people have told me that snow days lead to such productivity. Really? Well, let's see here, snow is falling outside my window as I type this and has been since early this morning. Let me check my progress for the day on this novel. Hmm.. not seeing the productivity here.

I guess it just depends on who the person is and the situation they are in. Am I stressed? You bet. Do I feel like I'm in an environment that oozes of creativity? Definitely not. Far from it, my friends.

My guess is that if I were not living at home with the family, I would have gotten a lot more accomplished writing wise. Snow days here just mean everyone is stuck in the house and bitching at each other. I don't know how many times my mom came into my room today to either ask me to do something or tell me some story.

I would love to be living in a place where I could just write without any interruptions. Or be able to go to a place that truly inspires creativity. But, at the moment, I'm not there. So, I have to deal.

Now, that mostly everyone has went to bed (my mom likes to go to bed early on her days off), I plan on getting more done. Almost finished with chapter six. 27 pages. I guess that's an accomplishment so far, right?