Aaaugh! Aaaugh! Aaaugh!

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So you want to be a writer…

Today I really needed to finish polishing and typing a set of chapters of The Silver Trumpet, a task requiring a certain amount of concentration.

I had no sooner started when an enormous truck pulled up next door and some guys with real loud voices got out. Twenty feet (at most) from our door, they broke out the chain saws and the mulching machine and settled in for hours of fun, sawing and chipping a great big tree that had absolutely nothing wrong with it.

And of course the phone rang several times, and a bit of this, and a bit of that–everything, it seemed, except an oompah band jamming in my living room, and maybe an escaped black mamba or two.

I hope my work turned out okay.

One comment on “Aaaugh! Aaaugh! Aaaugh!”

  1. That’s always the way it works, isn’t it? I never get interrupted more than when I finally decide to sit down and write a certain amount of words in a certain amount of time :/

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