|Why you gotta go rifling through my stuff???|
So I knew a while ago that I had thought of an idea to carry over from one of my prior stories, but life got in the way (doesn't it always?) A bit of minor surgery here, a bit of kid school functions there, splash in crazy hours at work and a liberal dose of holiday prep and you have the perfect recipe for NOT writing.
That is until I literally lock myself in my home office with my computer and threaten anyone who knocks on the door, calls through it, or shoves little fingers under it with immediate shipping to Fargo and presto! Chapter completion! Now I only need to use this threat another dozen or so times to get the story complete. No sweat!