Join a creative writing class and the first thing you'll be told is to find a space where you feel comfortable and can write uninterrupted. Does such a space exist? I doubt it. No matter where you choose to write the rest of the world will find you.
Monday morning and I'd managed to put in an hours work on my 'Fisher Knitters' article before I heard an unfamiliar tune - the new doorbell. The workmen had arrived. . Big boots, tool bags, pieces for their lunch, it all came tripping up the stairs followed by the wind that sneaked in through the wide open door. On Wednesday, I actually counted how many times they'd left the door wide open behind them that day, twenty three times. It's impossible to type when you fingers are frozen. By knocking off time at 4pm the murder in the new books wasn't going to be the only one around here.
Thankfully, the kitchen's in and the workmen have departed. All is quiet again so I can get to work on the new article. As I rack my brain for ideas I'm beginning to wish for a pleasant interruption. Ah well, to quote Mark Twain - the best way to get ahead is to get started.