I'm having a difficult time with focus. It's not just me, I have to be aware of everyone else as well, wandering through, into the kitchen, out in the garden. I tried to make my “office” as closed as possible under the circumstances, but it's still like working on a freeway. I get distracted. Someone decides the curtains should be open (since the room doesn't have a door) so I put them down and they get put up again. It's hot. I need a drink so I wander out into the kitchen as well and while I'm there something needs to be done right now.
I can't write in my room because that's for sleeping and if I have a computer in there I would never sleep. I tried it for a while, and I went to bed every night with notebook in hand, listening to my stories and plotting.
Maybe I would be better off spending the mornings at the library. I've seriously considered switching my schedule so that I'm writing at night and sleeping days, but that seems a little extreme. At least when I was working in an office people were willing to leave me alone and let me get it done.
I don't think anyone but me really thinks of this as a job. I think they're assuming I'm just playing for a year.