So much of writing books is figuring out how to do it when the routine is interrupted, which it always will be because there’s a whole-ass life to live outside of writing. I struggle with it. It’s not easy for me. But it’s imperative to know how to do.
I did good with it today. The disruptions were minor, certainly, but when I’m in such a precarious stage of the book-creation as I am right now, being in the outlining phase, even minor disturbances can shake me. Not today! They did at first, but then I rallied, and dammit if I didn’t come up with some gooooood stuff. Whew. One of them being a biggie. Big character stuff. I think I’m happy with it. Maybe even ecstatic.
Time for bed. Need to up on time and keep it all going!