Dance a little happy dance

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!