Funny. I make a post about distractions on the 19th and it ends up more than a week before I make another blog post. In that time I have not written a thing.

I started to write about a young planet branching into space while the larger and older neighbors conspire to keep that from happening. It would be a metaphor for Israel in the 20th century. It starts with the terrorist explosion of the young planet's newest space station and, after the cries for aid go ignored by the rest of the galaxy, then the planet takes matters into their own hands to gain a foothold in the universe.

Of course in my story Israel wouldn't back down from intergalactic pressure and would go on to dominate it's allies -- something modern day Israel is too chicken to try.

Unfortunately when I sat down to write I only got as far as the terrorists attacking the space station when my furniture arrived. Now I have even more distractions in the form of an xbox, computer and DVD collection.

Hopefully I will find time to write this week. I would like to go back to my story on the aircraft carrier ordered to protect Earth after humanity's evacuation to the stars.

With my luck I'll probably barely write my name this week. Maybe I should quit the world... Move to Alaska... Live in the mountains and then I'd be able to write! Don't think I haven't thought about it.