Do you also find yourself sitting down to write, but can't get focused because of those little
pesty things floating around in the back of your work space we call "The Mind"? You know what pest I'm talking about besides the nagging kids, spouse, or dog needing to be walked.
Cheerful things like bills, food shopping, going to work, going to school, or going to hell in a hand basket. Whatever the pest is I try to do something related to my art.
For example, after I swept the trash aside, I picked out a few of my books and designed some lovely covers for them. Then I made a twitter feed and finally I came here to send a blog to my friends and to assure you that "this too shall pass."