I know what I’m asking Santa Claus for Christmas, although I want it NOW! Maybe the Easter Bunny will bring it in my basket of goodies. Oh wait, I’m the Easter bunny even though none of our kids will be here. DH still gets a basket ‘cuz he’s really been extra good this short part of the year.
I want a distracter shield—a force field—installed. Here I could exist where no outside happenings would affect me while I’m writing. Inside my bubble there is no other world except for my characters. Where my writing flows like water from the faucet—clear, cold, refreshing my creative muse. The mystery is suspenseful, keeping the reader flipping pages. The black moment has one gasping for breath and the HEA brings a tear of joy. Sigh. I recently read an article where a writer said her writing comes easily and if it doesn’t for you, then get out of the biz. Wow, to have such dedication to a schedule. And do you have any other life? Sorry, the distracter had a brief power outage.
My unit also has to function as an internal editor eliminator, ego-deflating niggling negatron, corrector of all grammatical and spelnigl errars, declutter my office, and remove all M & M munchings.
Maybe if I pull a tooth—I have several manufactured ones—and put it under my pillow, the Tooth Fairy will grant my wish.