I might not have noticed quite how badly I kept trying to back away from this one if there wasn't the timer going to remind me that I couldn't afford the distractions, but it was very atypical for me. Usually when I've gotten into a truly focused writing groove, I get a sort of tunnel vision and my attention doesn't wander at all. But here, an awful lot of the elapsed "writing" time was actually wasted on fiddling with the Winamp playlist, rereading the Yeats (even though I have it all but memorized), looking up lyrics I was thinking of for the cut text (even though they were also practically memorized), or glancing at the timer itself...anything to delay going back to the notepad window.