This one is also pretty easy to answer. Life.

Now I'm not saying this is necessarily bad. Sometimes letting life distract you can be good not only for your health but for your creativity (such as going out with friends, catching a movie with the significant other, going on a date...). And it's also a nice breath of air from the self-inflicted pressure we sometimes go through when we write (meeting our personal goals, or deadlines, or just writing when we have writers' block).

But in other ways, it can be bad. Work being one of them. Some of us are lucky to have jobs they love and that's great. But a lot of us just do what we can to get by, and that often entails taking on jobs we're not all that crazy about. That in itself is bad enough. How many times have I told myself during work "all this time I could be writing and I'm stuck here, doing this!". But until you're JK Rowling or Stephen King, writing don't pay them bills. So you gotta do what you gotta do.

If it were only that, I suppose it wouldn't be so bad. But the problem is that more often than not, when I got home, I couldn't summon the energy to write. Not a word. And I hated that. I wanted to write. Badly. I just couldn't. I sometimes managed to push through for a while, but it had lost a lot of its appeal. Of course, spending your entire day in front of your computer writing isn't that good either, but if I had to choose, I would gladly take that over letting my passion turn into a chore.

Other distractions include family. Don't get me wrong. I love my mother and brother. But I am in a bubble when I'm in my room, and they (Mom in particular) insist on breaking through it repeatedly. I'm by far the most techsavy at home so I'm the go to person for a lot of things related to technology (when I really don't know that much at all compared to some of my friends). When that happens while I'm writing, it's especially annoying. The worst part is that every time, the bubble is harder to get back to, which adds to the frustration.