Simple & straightforward:
Set up my laptop & knock off a bit of the rough draft of Chapter One while baking for Thanksgiving.
The first diversion scrambled across the carpet and into my line of vision.
I slathered feta cheese on a trap which let go twice on my finger. I moved the laptop out of the room & onto the kitchen counter.
☟☟ This was my goal ☟☟
This was the view through my stove door.
This is the extent of my baking ability.
This is the extent of my rough draft:
Guccione/New Book 1
And there's a far stronger chance of the chaos winding up in my story than cranberry bread making it to a serving plate
or the mouse winding up in the trap.