You know how it is..you're thinking, making grand plans for your characters, typing away, having a string of epiphanies, some bonus enlightening ideas, scribbling them into a notebook to remember them during uninspired times, hitting that word count almost where you're almost done for the day. The key word being Almost, because right at that moment a phone call deters your reverie and for an hour you're lost in that call because, well, it's from home, and full of juicy tidbits, funny comments, gossipy updates and magnificent future ideas and lo, it's time to cook dinner and you're still not done with whatever you were writing; your characters are sitting in an autopsy room and you're totally derailed.
Excellent!
What do you do then?
Well, I prepared my dinner and now I'm off to meet someone for a short short while, about 10 minutes if at that and after that a bit of eating and back to writing and finishing off all that's been bubbling because it's gotta go it today for gods sake it does.
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