This past week had not been productive in the writing area but that's kind of par for the course when the hubby losses his job and spring cleaning starts as result. Even if cleaning hadn't happened, the family out of sorts doesn't make for much productivity. But laying in bed listening to the gentle drone of snoring drifting on the fan driven air, I feel the urge to write. In fact I've caught myself taking my mini note pad and favorite pen to bed several nights. (I still like to write by hand at times as it gives me time to think about what I'm jotting down.) But what to write about? So many things cross my mind in the dark hours of the night. And I realized that where I haven't gotten a lot of writing done, I've had the opportunity to mull things over, plots, character development, things of that nature - all have had time to simmer in the back of my mind. So maybe productive can be thought of as a relative term.
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