No writing for you.
I try to get writing done when I have free time. Most of the time. This doesn’t always work as well as I’d like.
Not because I don’t write. The opposite. I start to write so much and get so into it that I want to scream and have a hissyfit when I run out of time. Lunch ends; dinner is ready; I have to go to sleep. I can be writing at an incredible rate, my hand smudging the ink sometimes. Not an easy thing to do with a ballpoint pen.
And then full stop.
My mind keeps going, but I can’t keep writing. And then it slows down and refocuses on whatever I was doing. Usually working on puzzles. When I get home, I have to exercise right away, or that doesn’t get done.
By the time I sit back down to my words, a minimum of 3 1/2 hours has passed.
And I have no clue what needs to happen next.
Especially if I’m in the middle of a scene, or even worse, the middle of a sentence. I can go back and reread what I’d been writing, but that rarely helps.
Often, this makes me reluctant to write in those small snippets of time, preferring long stretches where I can really dig in. But at the same time, I have more snippets than chunks to work with.
This might make the work inconsistent and jumpy, but I haven’t read back through it yet. Nor has anyone else.
And if more comes after this and sounds like there’s been a bad transition? Yeah, it’s 2:30. Lunch is over.
There are also issues with the cats. They have a habit of pushing my door open. At first a little bit, and then they push it all the way open. When they do that, there’s a rush of cold or hot air, depending on the time of year, followed by insistent meowing. Kinda difficult to keep writing with that.
Interrupted by sleep.
