Focusing On Writing Shouldn’t Be So Hard, and Messy

I am doing the best I can to stay focused and write, but it’s more difficult than people think.

Actual image of distracted author

I’ve deleted, burned, and obliterated all my poor-quality writing. I believe in destroying history to improve my image. Only my good work remains. Going forward, I need to write good all the time. To write good, I need to be good. My words should be the only things to suckle at the teat of my attention.

Social media is probably the largest attention black hole that exists. Pulling all of our conscious focus into a digitized singularity. Terrible stuff. I did my damnedest to cast all my profiles to wherever it is they go when they’re deleted.

I rented an apartment one town over, and didn’t tell my wife. I told my homophobic friends I was gay, so they’d leave me alone. I told my homophilic friends I was straight, so they’d do the same. I make excuses to not be around anyone, ever. I’m fairly confident my frequent and prolonged absences have forced my wife into the arms of another man.

I couldn’t be happier.

My apartment is furnished with an air mattress, a chair, and a table that serves as both eatery and desk. I have thick drapes on the windows, and a single light above the table. The light makes a…