Life Interrupts Art

[Peg Herring]

I don't know about anyone else, but life keeps getting in the way of my writing. Just about the time I plan on having a whole day to hammer out the plot details of a project, something comes up that calls for me to be somewhere else for a large portion of the day. Maybe I'm weak-minded, but it seems that once I've spent several hours in a store, a car, a meeting, or a public building, I can't drag my mind back to the proper set for effective writing. At best I get some editing in, but very little creative movement.

I should not complain, of course. Life is life, and it must be lived or ... well, you die. It's just that I notice such an ocean between my intentions for a given day and the actual results.

And in case you're wondering where this rant came from, I'm on my way to Detroit ...