This is the second week in a row that I’ve spent a day writing from home instead of The Daily News. It’s a decision based purely on production, I assure you.

Well, that and being able to use my own bathroom.

I started writing at 9 a.m. this morning. It’s now a little after 2 p.m. and I’ve almost gotten two full feature stories completed. I would not have been able to do that in the office. At work, lately, there’s just been too many distractions, too many phone calls, too many interruptions, too many everything.

I’m working on an upcoming Neighbors story about three local authors. So all day I’ve been a writer writing about writers who write, which is scary territory because the only thing worse than writing about other writers is writing about people you know. And I know and admire all three of these writers so it’s been a double (or triple) whammie. Working from home has been a God send because when I get frustrated I can pick up my key board and bang it on my head while I cuss loudly and scream. All I’d be able to do at work is throw things across the room and foam at the mouth a little.

I still have two more stories to write along with a column. As usual Stupid Adorable One has been all over the computer. He loves the computer. It’s like some magical wizard with lights and motion and soft humming sounds. He loves to walk on the keyboard, stick his furry face right up to the monitor and lay on the mouse while I am trying to create written masterpieces. I went and got his cat house and cat bed and put them on the desk thinking maybe he’d play in them, since they were right beside the Magical Wizard, but no. It’s just not the same.

I give up.

I’ll write what I can, periodically move his tail out of the way and give him a by line.