I live in a modest apartment. I use a secondhand dining room table as my rickety desk. I make words come to life by the speed of my thoughts and fingers.
This is how I write.
Along comes a cat. Yet I power through, attempting to ignore warmth for the sake of accomplishment.
Then, I surrender. Because a welcome distraction is always welcome. It reminds me of life—its tangibility, its humor, its comfort.
Today…get distracted.
Britt Skrabanek 