Babysitting my parents is hell on my writing.
I'm someone that needs almost pure solitude to write and I'm just not getting it here.
Take today as an example: I skipped breakfast, yet the small bedroom that I am staying in door had been opened five times in two hours with offerings of food or to check up on me.
Zero words written.
And it's not like I can tell them to fuck off and leave me the hell alone for a few hours. they just wouldnt understand.
oh, well. I plan on returning home in two to three weeks. I can live wihtout writing until then.
Shad