Well, I was in the mood.
I was all settled in to edit a short story (of sorts – it’s actually an excerpt from one the Academy of the Accord novels) but four interruptions later I found I was having a hard time focusing on it.
Why is that?
Why is it that even just one little thing can jar you out of the groove, block the flow, destroy the energy that was rolling you toward a goal?
Is it just that your train of thought has been derailed, the track you were on broken and you can’t remember the words that were right there on the tips of your fingers waiting to tie everything together?
Or is it the fear of being jarred out of it again that keeps you from settling back into your groove?
I want to write. I want to finish editing that piece and then I want to get back to the newly started Book Three of the nameless trilogy that I’m working on.
I want to, so I guess I can’t really say that the mood is gone, but…
The mood is gone and what I really want to do right now is sleep.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe the irritation at the interruption(s) drains your energy.
I don’t know.
I just know that all the joy and excitement from a while ago has been shattered and I’m…
… out of the mood.