Dear Brain,
Did we really need to run upstairs so as to type out 563 words belonging to the third book of a trilogy for which we have not yet written the first book?
Did we really?
I mean, what you interrupted was the cleaning of the living room, so it’s no big loss, but still. Devoting that energy in a slightly more productive direction would be appreciated.
Thanks in advance,
Swan
My brain once insisted on writing the last hundred words to a story I had barely started, and needed major revisions, since it was written five years ago. This was around midnight, and I was pulled out of bed for it.
I think this is the lament of every writer. I’ve been pulled out of bed to write things that I wouldn’t get to for another year or better.
Well, considering I have the outline to the epilogue for a set of stories I haven’t outlined yet . . . and often fight the urge to write it . . . this doesn’t strike me as unusual.
It’s aliiiive!
I love attack novels. They may be inconvenient, but they beat the hell out of the alternative.
Why yes, we really do…
