I have to admit to a lot of staring at the computer screen today. I answered my children's calls, twice (that was bad, no cell talking allowed.) I snacked on a very large nectarine and consequently had little strands of fruit stuck between my teeth. If only I had dental floss on me.
Staring is contractually allowed. You can stare all you want. You just can't get up, and say, get some floss.
A good thirty minutes in I deleted a paragraph. I stared a little more; looked at the time and so the morning shouldn't be a total loss wrote one thought, and then another and then the words just started to flow. Before I knew it the oven timer went off.
I flossed...and wrote fifteen minutes more.
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| Alanna Cavanaugh Real Simple |
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