Why is it that when I am rolling on one story (today the ineptly labeled “music story,” or “Olivia”), I get THE great idea for a scene for some other story? Or a completely new story falls from the sky, five times better—in the thinking—than the one I’m working on?
Guess it’s a good sign, all the wheels are turning, etc. But man, is it annoying. This morning I spent two hours of prime “Olivia” time working on a new scene for the “Helen” story. That’s the one that is supposed to be done, or resting, or buried. Ugh. So, with cleaning the bathroom, touching up paint in the kitchen, fixing the shelves and eating (and Web surfing), there was only enough time to do 4,000 words on O. First-draft due date is Thursday. Might be some staying up late.
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