Everyone has something that distracts them from what they really should be doing, especially authors. Most of the time, I wouldn’t really call them distractions though. They are more like procrastination methods. I have several of the latter. Cleaning up my desk, picking up my room, or doing laundry are at the top of the procrastination method list. I justify doing those things ahead of writing to help get my mindset right. Because, after all, aren’t your outward circumstances simply a reflection of the inner state of your mind? Seems pretty accurate to me most of the time.
As much as I would like to blame those things for pulling me away from writing, I truly do have a biggest distraction. One that could only be classified as such, not as a procrastination. Here she is:
Her name is Penny and she is a four-year-old, ten pound Chihuahua. I came across Penny when she was only a few months old in an animal shelter. At the time, I already had one dog and never saw myself putting out the effort that two would require, but there was something about Penny. Out of all the dogs I saw in the shelter that day, she was the one who tugged at my heart. She was the one who made my soul speak. It said, She’s special. You can’t leave her here. So, I found myself sitting down and filling out adoption papers and forking over money for this tiny tan thing. She was only three and a half pounds at the time. But when I took her home, she fit right in as if she’d always belonged and managed to worm her way into my heart. Sometimes I get teary-eyed just thinking about how much I love her, and I’m grateful that I listened to myself that day.
The thing is, I think she knows how much she can get away with when it comes to me. Okay, yeah, she’s a little spoiled … maybe a lot. For some reason, she doesn’t like it when I sit down to work on the computer. Half of the time, she’ll jump up and make she share my seat with her. So, most of my books are written with only three-quarters of my butt cheeks in the chair. The other half of the time she’ll keep bringing me toys and making me feel guilty that I’m not playing with her. Even if I take her on an hour walk beforehand, she’ll still do this as if I’ve been ignoring her all day. It’s crazy, and I’m a sucker. I admit that I will stop writing for a few minutes to toss around the stuffed sheepie or the squeaky unicorn with her. Because, at the end of the day, her life is shorter than mine and I want to live both of our lives to the fullest.
Though I like to blame her for distracting me from my workaholic tendencies, I really should be thanking her for pulling me away to enjoy life while I can. Though I could be killing myself to churn out more books, I will be forever grateful to Penny for forcing me to live the well-rounded life I should be. Without her, I don’t think my life would be as happy as it is, nor would my work as an author be what it is today. So I have to conclude that my biggest distraction is also, indeed, my biggest blessing.
About the Author:
Jewel Quinlan is a bestselling paranormal and contemporary romance author. Since her debut in late 2013, she has published fourteen stories and has many more to come. Restless by nature, she is an avid traveler and has visited sixteen countries so far. Lover of ice cream, dark beer, and red wine, she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer drafting another romance novel. In her spare time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German, and play with her spoiled Chihuahua, Penny.