Yesterday was one of my days I got to go to the library all by my little lonesome to do a little work. I was very happy to have a couple hours to just write, as this seems to happen about once a week at this point. Full of optimism and enthusiasm, I sat down in my cubbie and opened my notebook. And then I checked my e-mail on my phone. And then I checked Twitter. And then I read some of my book on picture book writing. And then I flipped through my listing of publishers. And then I stared at the blank page again. One hour down and no writing on the page.
So I started brainstorming. Painfully. Slow. Brainstorming.
Then I surfed the web. Then I checked my e-mail. Then I sat and stared at the stacks around me. Augh! I e-mailed my husband and he (very wisely) said, "You need a break." I was annoyed with myself since I so rarely get writing time and I couldn't write. But, when the muse isn't there, the muse isn't there. So, I took my husband's advice and packed it in. I got in my car and put on some very loud music and drove to pick up my son from pre-school. Right in the middle of my off-tune shout/singing of "Bad Romance" the idea I had been trying to coax out, hit me. Luckily I had just pulled into a parking spot at the school because this warranted some serious dancing. And thank goodness I was early and the other parents weren't around yet, as my dancing is libel to be mistaken for a medical emergency. But I danced for a good five minutes at the joy of breakthrough.
Now I just have to wait until next week's two hour window to actually write it!