Distractions.

Remember how I was just saying I was going to draw, and draw, and draw, and draw...?

Yeah.  About that.

I started.  Pencils touched paper.  Concepts were sketched.  Layouts were, well, laid out.  But before I got myself into that zone, that creative space of no return, something distracted me: something that needed to be done, a piece of paper had to be located and double-checked, so I went looking for it.  One thing led to another, and suddenly the stashes of unfiled papers that surrounded my slightly-cleaner desk became the enemy to any and all creativity.
The neat and tidy images from a morning-coffee trawl through fabulous studio spaces on Pinterest and the indescribable satisfaction of Things Organized Neatly were still too fresh in my brain to allow me to draw one more line without filing the stacks tucked into all available nooks and crannies of my workspace.  The clutter, even on a mostly-clean desk, had become a distraction.
Filing is bleh.  Satisfying when it's done, but my mind wanders while doing it.  My mind wanders, and my stomach growls. 

I found myself standing in front of the fridge, staring into the cold abyss, once again wondering what I might sprinkle BaconSalt on and shove into my piehole?  Or what I might put on that yummy Dave's Killer raisin bread?  Or both?  Raisin toast with cream cheese.  No.  A cucumber sandwich.  Better: a cucumber sandwich with cress from the garden.  Fortunately it's been raining really hard the last few days, so in my mind the cress was pre-washed.  I mean, come on; I wasn't going to let myself get distracted by washing and drying stuff before shoving it into my piehole.
Now that's a distraction.

A creamy cucumbery nutty seedy raisiny distraction.

Not to mention peppery, gardeny, and perfectly toasted.
Shooting these photos then distracted me from eating the sandwich.

Also distracting me from the sandwich is the heavenly scent from the mock orange twig on my desk.
This is my comfort every year when lilacs are finished.
It seems to bloom the exact second the lilacs start to turn brown.  As if they have the whole thing worked out between them somehow.

Momentarily distracted by the Brooklyn Bridge, it was time to get back to filing.  Well, as soon as I take a couple minutes to post this.  Then I'll file.  I promise.
I'm sure that once these papers are out of sight, I will be overwhelmed with creativity and unable to keep my hands from drawing.  And drawing, and drawing, and drawing, and drawing...
Totally distraction free.  Really, I'm sure of it this time.

Comments

[Janet Wecker Frisch]

Hi Beth - I completely relate, OMG (gosh), this is so funny. Strangely familiar territory. ;-)

[Dorothy Reinhardt]

You don't get Saturdays off?

[sue]

ahahahahahahah!!!

[Schatzi]

yes...I can totally relate to this...I love you so much cousin! Your the best and now I dont feel like a total loser for not getting my own filing done...