My brain! It sizzles with ideas for my manuscript while I surf your blog. I flex my hands and crack the knuckle of my right pinky and stare at the screen while I wonder about my inbox, the news, my kids, the laundry, my houseplants. I really should prune my ficus. The thin black cursor mocks me with its expectant blinking.
I am writing today, this is my writing time, see there? It is blocked out on my calendar in plain text: “Writing” It says that I am writing this morning, so it must be true. Oh, what is this new comment on my blog? Let’s go see what her blog is all about. And that huge list of the blogs she likes… this might take a while.