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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Now I’m Here


I’m here. I’m always here. But aren’t we all? Where else would we be but here?

Here, for me, is usually my living room couch with my laptop on my lap. At least when I’m at rest. And by ‘at rest’ I mean working, because working on my novels, whether writing or editing is right up there with relaxing with a good book. I may call it working but to me it’s nothing like work.

Back to the ‘here.’ There is a marked difference between being here and sitting next to Alex than there is being here when he’s at his dad’s. I’m afraid, most of the time, to allow myself to concentrate on my work. There’s nothing worse than being wrenched out of it by someone demanding something of me. It’s like laying down for a nap when you know the phone will probably ring. What’s the use?

Not only that, but the difference in noise is also a factor. When I’m alone I can put my music on–when I’m writing or editing it’s always the Japanese band, Buck-Tick–but when Alex is here I’m usually listening to him sing. And by singing I mean a long, drawn out single note, because he’s Deaf and doesn’t understand that singing means more than one sound. The good news is, he can watch TV and play video games with the sound off and he doesn’t know the difference. At least I don’t have to listen to Dora the Explorer all day long.

So here I sit, now trying to decide if I should take the plunge or just give up on the idea of working for the day. It’s stressful not to work.

Especially when Buck-Tick is playing.


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Author: Linda G. Hill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

15 thoughts on “Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Now I’m Here

  1. I think there is something different that goes on when we have to share our “here.” When I am “here” by myself, I feel like it is a much more productive place — most of the time. That whole focus thing can be difficult. And I wonder if the way we focus (and in contrast, the things that distract us from our focus) have more similarities or differences when compared to others.
    And then I sometimes wonder if I focus my thoughts before writing comments. 😉


  2. Oh, I so know what you mean even though its rather conversations I have to deal with. And Tracy Beaker but I love it and I get rather distracted because I want to watch it too. And there is a group called “Buck-Tick”???? Really?????! Nice post ~ thanks for making me smile


    • There is a group called Buck-Tick! And they’ve been around for 26 years, despite being named after something that sounds like a parasite living on a male deer! Haha. Did you watch the video? They’re quite good. That particular song is about 24 years old.
      Nice to know there’s someone in the same boat. I’ll have to look up Tracy Beaker. 🙂


      • Oh please do. There are also books by Jacqueline Wilson a great children’s author I just love her. Love the comparison with the parasite. That made me laugh. Blimey 26 years. That fact totally escaped me but well there was no Internet 26 years ago LOL


  3. Not having to listen to Dora the Explorer is something to be thankful for!


  4. Seems whenever there is a critical time which cannot be interrupted The Boxer needs something and will not be denied


  5. It is annoying, when you don’t know when you will be disturbed next time. It can take away the feeling about starting at all.
    I know this from when I start creating, then the time is running and I forget everything around me.


  6. I agree! It is frustrating when you get really into a project and then have to drop it to tend to something else…especially with things that require a certain train of thought…


    • I get into this whole different space and it takes me a while to come back to earth. It’s a difficult thing to explain to someone who’s never experienced it – and sadly none of my family really understands.


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