OK. For National Novel Writing Month, I’m deep into Act 2, the long middle, the oh-no-one-dang-thing-after-another part and — what is that sock doing there — and should I make espresso or run out to Starbucks — is there any milk left and why can’t anyone tell me if they’ve drunk the last of it so I can go out and get more – can I send someone to get it — and shouldn’t I really make a Thanksgiving countdown “To Do” list for food prep, and ….
I took a phone call (forgot to turn off the ringer for a writing sprint), and I’ve left my heroine stranded in the Hamptons in July with a bad sunburn and she is torn because she really likes this guy but she’d rather be back at air-conditioned work in the City and – do we have any cookies in the house?
Must get back to writing… must get back to writing. Maybe handwriting will jumpstart me. Is there any paper in the house? A pen? How about the flap from a box of whatever? You know, reduce, reuse, and recycle?
Distraction and procrastination are harsh masters. If you look closely at the photo, you’ll see that I even became distracted from my distraction when I began to misspell “doodle.” Misspell “doodle,” people!
That would drive my heroine crazy. She has enough problems without me! The guy she likes will be going back on the road soon (he’s a Minor League player) and this is her chance to connect with him. But sunburn. I gotta get her back to the City. Now.