I have to have inspiration in order to write, and I've learned over the last year or so that inspiration comes from time to myself. If I don't get a couple of hours a day in which I can sit and think any silly thing that floats into my head, I simply don't have anything to write.
Once I have something to write, though, I just can't keep it in; and nothing will stop me thinking about it. Sometimes the house could fall down around my ears (or the kids kill each other) and I'd still be sitting there thinking about that scene, and what he says, and what her reaction would be, and...
And then there are the times - like the past week - when the story I'm thinking about is *not* the story I'm meant to be writing. BRs don't like that excuse at all.
Mere
