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.

About Rachel

I'm a writer in progress, and in my day job I copyedit/solve puzzles.
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