For those of you old enough to remember, one of the first ‘video games’ was Pong. Black and white screen, a white goal box at each side, and a ball.
Boop, boop, boop. Slowly, back and forth, you hit the pong ball. Boring as hell on the screen. Not so boring when it becomes my writing life.
I’m simultaneously working on a proposal for my agent plus my current mss for EC. And I feel like the ball in Pong.
Boop! I’ll write a few pages on the mss
Boop! Switch to working more on the proposal for awhile.
Boop! back to the mss to write a love scene.
Boop! Rework the synopsis on the proposal.
Boop! Oh I forgot to add that one part in the mss.
Boop! Maybe I should develop this conflict in the proposal in a little more depth.
No wonder I’m dizzy. I hope I don’t switch character names again. *g*