The other day my husband had a writing deadline. He is not a writer, but he did have to write something for work, a long document of sorts. Oh good, I thought–we could sit down and write together.
And then we started writing. And I had to take a break. But he kept on writing. I went back to writing. And I took a break. But he kept on writing. Two hours went by. And I was stuck and stopped writing for the afternoon. But he kept on writing. I got hungry. I wanted to eat. But he kept on writing. How was he doing? He growled, “I’m WRITING,” and kept on writing. I went out to run errands and fetch dinner. While he kept on writing. I came back with dinner. And he was still writing. “IN a MINUTE!” he said, not even looking up to check out the food. I started eating by myself.
Not until he was finished with his document, seven hours from the beginning of our writing session, did he look up and eat.
Boy, I wish I could lock everything out (including HIM) when I write. I just can’t lock him out of my mind when I write. Just think of what I could accomplish if I had that ability to tunnel.