That's how I feel.
Meanwhile, as of last Friday, my writing desk returned to an Internet-Free Zone. I mistakenly thought my online coupon computer, could work in the same space as my writing. Only the two stations weren't getting along.
So I moved my writing desk and laptop under the bar that faces my lab, and my online computer is behind me, sitting on the coupon station. This setup works so well for me that the title of my book/zine popped into my head during my first writing session this week. Almost like it had been there all along, only I was too distracted to notice.
But now that I'm back to proper scheduled writing sessions, at my beautiful writing desk, my world makes sense again.
Now, if you'll excuse me. Frankenberry just did the morning monster shuffle down the hall, and I want to get him fed and out the door. I've got major food writing to do today, and I don't want him eating the test batches before I snap photos. Not that I've ever done that, myself.
You Buttnuts have a good one. Cheers and boogie boogie.