I'm stuck at work. I just want to go home and write. By the time I get done with work, I'm just going to want to go to bed. The sad part is, if I went home now I probably wouldn't write.
I know for me the more time I have to write the less likely I am to do it. Right now I have zero time but am plagued by the Vicious Plot Bunny of Caer Bannog and thus am regularly praying for red lights so I have a few seconds to jot down a particularly juicy bit of dialogue. I had to force myself to stop thinking about it last night to get to sleep.
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Date: 2007-04-12 03:30 pm (UTC)