Plotting

I don’t know what it feels like in other people’s brains, but I have a switch in mine. When I am working on serious issues, focused on life and living, and not writing; that switch is hard off. Sometimes I feel like I have to hold it down so I can concentrate on things that need my attention.

Then magic of magic, the day finally comes where I can flip the switch. The house is clean enough; clothes are washed, shopping, bills, and plans are set aside, I have TIME! I let the flip switch and this world fades and my imagination takes over. I can breathe, I can do anything I want. Editing, creating, playing with the words, spinning a story, adjusting a voice, I am inside that story.

Then the phone rings, or someone taps my shoulder. I blink, fighting to flip the switch, to push back the imagination. What?