Distractions Abound

While working on some code this afternoon one of my co-workers wandered over to check if I had keys to the office. I glanced at the clock, and realised it was already 6pm. How the hell did that happen? After a quick call home to apologise in advance, I jumped on the bike and started out towards home.

I rarely remember the journey to or from work. I just pedal, and my brain goes elsewhere. Sometimes I’m pulled back into the real world – you know, like when a pedestrian walks out in front of me without looking, or when an idiot driver tries to kill me – but by and large, I daydream all the way home. Sometimes I think of great ideas for blog posts, but by the time I get home, clear the kitchen, put the rubbish out, pick up the mountain of debris in the hallway, eat dinner, wash up, clear the kitchen again, put some washing in the machine, take some washing out of the dryer, and finally sit down… well by then whatever the hell I thought of two hours before has long gone.

It’s not all chores though. I’ve sat staring at the computer in the junk room for the last hour, procrastinating famously rather than start typing anything. I wandered into Spotify for a while, and somehow ended up listening to a Keith Urban track – that led to a search for cowboy photos, with the idea of writing a post about how country music polarises people (I don’t mind it, for the record). Of course this post isn’t about country music – because in the end I just started typing, and this just sort of happened.

It’s funny really – some people write insightful, sweeping blog posts about their adventures, their thoughts, their ideas, their hopes – I just kind of write, and whatever comes out gets published to the web a few minutes later. Sometimes the words fall out of me like turning a tap on, but invariably it’s a fight against any distraction you might dream up – even country music.

Tonight was a battle of two halves – the first won by Spotify, YouTube, and Wikipedia – the second won by a tired software developer sitting in the dark of the junk room with only the distant sound of his daughter’s hairdryer for company.

Anyway. I think it’s probably time to stop this nonsense, go make a very English cup of tea, and then go hide somewhere with a book.

14 Replies to “Distractions Abound”

  1. I can listen to just about any music. For me, it usually depends on the song. I plan to hole up with a book soon as well, only I’ll be sitting in my car while Miss Sunshine has soccer practice. 🙂

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  2. Great to see you on my reader again! I’m quite the same as you where I often think of great posts/things to weite about but it’s usually disappeared into the depths of my short term memory loss by the time willow is tucked up. If I had time, I’d make some notes but it’s not advised to write while driving, and I certainly wouldn’t go near a notebook with wet soapy hands when I’ve thought of something during the daily dish wash!
    I’m still struggling to find a topic for my first ‘back to it’ post, but I’m sure I’ll get there!

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  3. I found myself nodding in agreement with your post. Firstly, being in my own world cycling along just me and my thoughts and secondly, staring at the computer with fingers poised yet unable to think of anything meaningful to write. Hence why I haven’t for a week or so. Keep writing.

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    1. Cycling is pretty good for that, isn’t it – I’m quite fortunate in many ways that I cycle to work – not just because of the fitness thing – but also because it forces a break between the stress at work, and the mayhem at home 🙂

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      1. It’s too easy to go from the stress of work & into the mayhem of home then the whole thing becomes a blurred mess. Sometimes if I park my car a little further away at work, I enjoy the 10 minute stroll which allows my brain time to switch off from work before the bedlam of rush hour traffic and home.

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  4. Great post, an insight into reality. I write posts like this also – you may have noticed – where I hadn’t planned a specific content. I simply felt like talking at that moment.
    Internal dialogue I call it ☺️

    Blogging is perfect for this … as opposed to FB, where I used to occasionally muse about life. Most ‘friends’ would comment something along the lines of ‘go do some work!’ .. or .. ‘What ARE you on about?’ (Do you know those types who like to be seen and heard?)
    A couple used to say ‘Love your posts, you should start a blog!’ I was like, WTF is a blog? I’d heard of the word but assumed it was mostly for young people trialling new make up products, or businesses selling themselves. (We are, I suppose, all potential small literary businessss)

    I looked into this thing called blogging and discovered a whole community of like-minded would-be writers who just enjoy talking. And sharing. And I love it 😌
    I love your posts too, imagining you in the junk room while contemplating while life potters on around you…

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