I went to my art group this morning and whether it was because I’d got my creative juices flowing I don’t know, but the words began to flow once I got back. I even forgot about lunch. And now I’m hungry, I’m going to make myself a cup of coffee and a sandwich (DH is out which is a help) and come back to my desk and hopefully the muse will still be there.
Someone once said that when you stopped writing for the day it was best to leave it in the middle of a scene so that you knew exactly where you were going the next time you sat down to write. There’s a lot to be said for that because I usually finish a scene, don’t know where I’m going next, and the inevitable happens.
