*sigh*

I've been in front of the computer almost half a day now, I think. Well, considering I've been asleep since morning and only woke up at around 3pm or so...

So I'm in my own quiet zone, it's night, and I can get to write in peace. Then she comes down mumbling about not being able to get to sleep since she went up. I'm like, "Uh-oh, now I'm in for it."

My sister parks herself in front of the TV, surfs around until she catches the Japan Cup 2003 -- cheerleading competition. She watches, comments, asks me to watch whenever an interesting team comes up with a new interpretation to a move. I'm like, right, I'm writing.

And it's bloody difficult enough to write when your attention's being pulled in different directions -- my story, the TV, the other story.

Not to mention uncomfortable when your writing a rather torrid kissing scene for my story Almost. How do you know my sister won't suddenly appear behind me and read what I've put to paper?

I'm thinking of cutting that scene altogether. It's horrible. I can see it but I can't translate it well to paper when I'm being asked to comment about a cheerleading move. I'll just go with the other scene.

*sigh*