But I share my home with two others.
These two aren't quite as supportive, especially when it comes to my writing. In fact, if they just had some opposable thumbs, I'm pretty sure I'd come into my office one morning and discover the strewn-about bits of my computer all over the floor.
Say on the rare occasion I actually feel like being a good writer. I pull out my notebook and pen (Pentel R.S.V.P. extra-fine all the way) and sit at my desk, ready to make some character notes, or maybe plan out a chapter...
So maybe I not-so-gently remove the offender and settle in for some serious thinking. I'm doing great, really on a roll, and out of nowhere...
This is the best spot in the house.
I try to write around him, and:
Best-tasting pen ever!
In their defense, they don't limit these helpful actions to writing. No, they're pretty equal opportunity.
Trying to install new software:
You don't need to use the wizard with me around.
The perspective is off.
Heehee! Guess what this will look like after we crawl out?
Coming back to the office to work:
Whaddya mean, this is your chair? I don't think so.
Trying to put something together?
Woodglue = ambrosia!
You should clean out this vent.
This pile of clean clothes > your lap. Times infinity.
Putting clothes away?
These shirts are so last-season.
Cleaning the bathroom?
There are cobwebs in the corner. Also, this towel is now dirty. I won't say why.
Can't live with them, can't live without them.
Have some great (or not so great) support in your life? :)