It’s easy to become distracted. It seems the world at large today insists on ensuring we’re distracted, from ads flashing their pretty colors in our eyes to catchy pop songs overriding any functional thoughts. They all want our attention, and, usually, we give it to them.

Unfortunately, I’ve done exactly that.

Like an addict in a haze-filled shanty, over the last several weeks I’ve spent all the time I would normally on writing or drawing instead playing the Playstation Vita version of Final Fantasy X HD. For those of you not familiar with the game, it’s arguably one of the best 3D RPGs ever to be released in North America. It’s also one of my favorite games of all time.

As of this moment, I’ve logged approximately 88 hours into the game. 88 hours. That’s more than three days’ worth of playtime. On a game. That does nothing for my future.

And yet I want more. I want to delve into that chocobo-rich land and forget everything else as I work to max my stats and topple those Dark Aeons before finally completing the journey I remember so fondly from years ago.

I think the problem first arose with two modest stumbling blocks in my Fourth Book and my Children’s Book.

In the first, I reached a scene that necessitated a transition between two settings I couldn’t quite nail, the catalyst for said transition completely escaping me. I could have forged ahead, either leaving that short moment blank or filling it in with a temporary fix, but I’ve never cared for either option. So, I chose to ignore it and work on something else.

Thus I came to my Children’s Book. There are only two portions of two pages left to complete art-wise, and both require some live modeling. As I can’t take a full picture of myself with what I have available, I need someone else to strike a pose. My wife has promised to do so, but the baby has kept us so busy every night it’s been overlooked day after day.

So I fell back into the addiction that nearly cost me a college degree, albeit solely on my own merits now rather than within an online environment. Today, I finally pushed myself hard enough to put it down, put it away, and get back, get back, get back to where I must belong. I must write. Because the ideas haven’t stopped, no. They just keep coming. And that issue I had with the Fourth Book? I found the simple, obvious solution over a week ago. There aren’t any excuses anymore.

There are only distractions.