Getting to my writer's brain is much like a sneeze. I feel it coming on. I like the feeling. Here it comes. Come on now...bring it. Okay it's right there just need to look into the light. Yes, HACHOO! Words spew forth on page, brain working overtime. Loving it...nothing else exists but the story, my characters, my scene and then and then....someone interrupts me. Crap! Pulled back to the here and now. Trying to maintain the story and the feel. Nope they are talking too much. I lose it. It's gone. Now where is that sneeze? Pepper anyone?
Bearing Witness--The Wall
3 months ago