Yesterday afternoon I went to a party. I wanted to ask a fellow writer there how he manages to write so fast. This is a man who produced a first draft in a couple of months.
Then I had such a good time that I forgot all about it. Until he said, "Excuse me, I must go and do some writing," and disappeared for maybe half an hour. He came back looking happy, and carried on partying.
So I think I got my answer, don't you?
And I got to see a lovely view from their roof.
2 comments:
It's probably no excuse, but he's a man. Is he juggling all the other things that women have to juggle that makes it just that bit harder to move from one task, re-focus quickly, have no distractions and get on with it?
Amazingly gorgeous photo.
Well he's not being waited on, but as far as I know he's not doing the running around for anyone else, or juggling it with a day job, or supervising homework, or buying new clothes for a boy who grows out of them in months, or running errands for friends who have health problems or...
Glad you like the photo.
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