The funny thing is that this time it's not really procrastinating. It's more to do that I keep getting constantly interrupted and distracted. It makes it quite hard to maintain a stream of consciousness.
You know, a friend of mine pointed me to this page with tons of advice for getting into the zone and staying there: have you thought of just telling your parents that you're trying to write and _politely_ asking them to leave you alone for a bit?
Yeah that...ah...I don't think I'm going to do that. The next logical question is "what are you writing about?" and I'll have to explain to my very conservative mother how I'm writing about various ways penises go in vaginas.
I remember what happened when she found out I watched porn on my computer. I thought she was going to throw my PC out the window.