Today at work, my WIP was all I could think about! There I was teaching senior secondary students about the management of human resources, and as they sat quietly pondering the process of selecting employees, I sat quietly pondering how the protagonist was going to be perma-altered by the tri-climax of the novel, the coming together of the three major plot lines at the pinnacle of the action! I'm sure there were some questions posed to me, but I continued to gaze thoughtfully at a piece of rubbish on the floor with a myriad of possibilities racing through my mind. Might this be procrastination in a brand new wrapping?
That was not the end of it. The bell rang for lunchtime and I shoved my belongings into my bag, ready for home. A colleague glanced across the staff room, her fleeting eyes hinting, "He's lost his mind," on the second day back after break! I discreetly unpacked my laptop, my iPad and those cumbersome textbooks, like I was just practising the pack-up routine. Well, I was. Truly.
I think I need a beer. Or, you know, a brain might help too.
A fantasy world awaits,
Luke
Ah, if only there were a cure. ;)
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain, Luke, but I also think it's a good sign that your mind is so actively engaged in your story. The tough part is getting it to be engaged *quietly*.
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