I have three angry Word documents open and they’re all looking at me like I owe them something. It is quite possible they might destroy me for I can’t think of a single thing to say.
This is not entirely my fault. There’s a concert at the park down the street that has been going on all day. I’m just not the kind of writer that can get anything of substance down on paper if there’s music playing in the background. Especially if it’s music with lyrics. I have friends that can do it – some that need to do it – but I am not one of those creatures.
Ambient noise is one thing, but this is a little much.
I may have to walk to a coffee shop for some peace and quite but on a boiling summer night, they have all boarded up in fear that the Huns may be out there. But it’s just me, which is probably worse.
This’ll learn me to put off writing til the evening.