Waiting for quiet...and the magic.

I'd like to write, but right now there are workers in my house, making tons of noise that is distracting me. When I write--when I REALLY write--I go into a sort of trance. I become totally absorbed in what I'm doing. I keep going until I've told what I'm trying to tell--until I've poured it all out of me. I won't stop to eat, to use the bathroom, to answer the phone. Because once the trance is broken, the spell is broken, too. The magic evaporates. The flow starts getting all blocked up, like a stream that is being loaded with boulders, one by one. Suddenly, I can't think of the word that fits best there. And what was it I wanted to say, again? Also, I forgot about the dishes that need to be done and.... Suddenly, it's over as abruptly as it began.

The hardest thing is getting into that trance to begin with. Once you're there, it's sweet. But it's hard to get it started.

And nearly impossible with this amount of noise, talking, and banging going on! More to come later...possibly?