Flow and boiled eggs

People sometimes ask me - “Is it hard to make yourself sit down and write? I wouldn’t have the willpower.”

Listen - I’m currently having trouble making yourself do anything apart from write. When I’m in the middle of a project, I wake up happy. Then certain shadows flit across my consciousness. I deal with those, and then I launch into thinking about the screenplay.

Yesterday at a quarter to eight I was lying in the bath missing my parents. (Those weren’t the shadows.)

At half past eight I was sitting at my desk immersed in Episode 2. Apart from getting up to go to the loo and making a coffee, I stayed there for four solid hours. I glanced up at the clock at 9 a.m. The next time I looked up it was 10. And so on. I only stopped for a sandwich (and to put some eggs on to boil) when my eyes were aching and my brain was tired. One thing I will say: it is not advisable to put eggs on to boil and then go back into your study. You are liable to find them in half an inch of water in a steamed-up kitchen. I have no idea how long they were boiling for. Dave ate them anyway. He’s good, like that.

The trouble with flow is that I have nothing to blog about.

And I am sure you don’t want a photo of boiled eggs.

So how about this one that I should have put on the blog yesterday?