Writers & Their Refrigerators

Empty_fridge

This is embarressing to tell you but my refrigerator is almost empty. Every morning I really intend to get to Trader Joes, intend to buy food, but I end up in my office at my computer for the whole day instead. Yesterday in desperation, not to mention hunger, R. went to Vons and bought himself sandwich stuff. I continued to type away. I’m on a roll. I can’t help it. He had to take me out for sushi last night because of this lack of food problem.

Times of inspiration, energy and total focus on writing, no matter how much I love this job, are so rare and precious that I just don’t want to waste a minute of it. And it’s so strange because both projects I’m working on have been rejected – one recently and one a few years ago. Somehow I’ve convinced myself I now know exactly what they both need and how to do it. And I’m doing it. Or trying to. Stay tuned.

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