Wrote 1439 words thus far. Got up a bit later. Wasn’t interrupted by bathroom needs but wrote for less time than usual. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get back to it later.
I’ve been summoned out of my office, I think, for home-made pancakes and fresh sausages. How can a writer turn this down? She can’t. She won’t.
I’m thankful that my characters are allowing me to step away and return at will. They know where they’re headed. They tell my brain and my brain tells my fingers. I’m so glad I took typing in high school.
I gotta go…
How are you characters treating you?