Some people can only write productively in strictly controlled atmospheres. The sun must be shining just so, their ceramic Hippo collection has to be facing east, they need a glass of wine to concentrate...the list goes on and on. Sorry, but some days it's not going to work out that way, Grasshopper.
I try to write two to four thousand words at a time, but I don't get to write every single day. I probably could, but there's some days when a nap just sounds better. What can I say? My creative juices take the day off, too.
Also, Connor and Tempe like banging their grubby little fingers on Mommy's keyboard so I have to write where they can't see me. In those situations, it's best just to short-hand some notes on paper and save them for a more opportune time.
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