I've been working on my next Rocky Bluff P.D. crime novel (still bordering on cozy since I don't use bad words or have graphic sex scenes) and I've been struggling.
I know how it's going to end, and some of what it's going to take to get there, but it wasn't jelling.
Everyone was going to be away on Saturday (we not only have a grown grandson living with us, but my son, wife, granddaughter and her girlfriend live right next door and they all use my computer to access the Internet) and I thought it would be a perfect day to write.
Started out wonderfully. I wrote about two scenes while getting some great ideas for others.
The phone rang. It was my daughter who lives nearby wanting me to order something for her on the Net. (We're in a lousy area for Internet access. I've got a little satellite dish on my roof from my computer company that brings the Internet in.) She came over and I took care of her order. She's the mom of the new grandchild and we talked awhile about the baby.
She left and I did some more writing. Got another call from a friend who wanted to tell me all about the cruise he went on with his parents, his mom is 70 plus like me, and his big news was she was the first to go on a zip line through the jungle. (Believe me, that's something I'll never do.)
He hung up, back to the computer. Another good friend and loyal fan who wanted to sell me tickets to the annual chamber of commerce banquet wanted to stop by. I had a book she loaned me and one to loan her, so I agreed. She came, we visited.
By that time, I'd given up on the writing.
I'd like to say I'm going to get with it tomorrow, but I probably won't because I got a new mini laptop with wireless access to take with me on trips and I'm going to take it down to my computer place to have them get it set up with the Internet.
I had a friend email me and tell me she'd gotten up at 4 a.m. to start writing. Maybe I'll do that--or maybe I won't. Since I've been retired it's awfully nice to stay in bed until I wake up--which is usually about 6:15.
All my notes for the book are stacked beside my computer--I know the muse will get back to me.