Could she please bottle this focus and send it over to me because I am not that woman, and I really really want to be her. I am the complete opposite. I am so distracted at home, by the dogs, by the phone, by the mess, by that really scrumptious packet of chocolate biscuits that has my name written all over it. I wake up determined to avoid carbs. Hmmm, failed that with the toast. Then I struggle with a scene. Maybe the biscuit will help. Dammit, try again. Lunch... moving on swiftly. Dinner. I do like to be by the sea side. Can you tell I'm avoiding the subject?
I try not to munch as I work but the food is just calling to me.
Sue. Sue. Come to me. Eat me.
Sob!! Poor me. So, fellow author, please bottle your focus and post it to me.
c/o The Short, Dumpy Woman in the Corner with the Biscuits
Sitting on the End of the Settee
In the Room where the Dogs Snore