So today I am convinced that my work is all hooey. Probably it is hooey, though, because I have not had enough uninterrupted time to produce un-hooey-like work all week. At least this is what I tell myself. If I could just have fifteen minutes to get into the writer trance... Obviously, though, I am going to need to learn how to hit writer trance in under 3.7 seconds if I am going to get anything done at all. 315 words today, and I don't even know what I wrote because while I was writing I was also getting snacks for the kiddos, making a grocery list for the husband, putting on mittens and zipping coats, flipping out because the two eldest woke up the youngest by yelling to me from the top of the stairs, and sitting on the couch watching Bob the Tomato with a baby who needed more sleep.

I have heard other writers talk about how they can simply dip down into the current, like turning on a radio in their heads. I think I need one of their radios. Mine always takes a bit of fiddling with the antenna, and then there's a bunch of white noise, and sometimes you have to strain really hard to hear the signal. I think what I need is one of those programmable, digital sets. I think I'm still trying to operate on that old short-wave I used to use when I was a teenager in Tennessee and trying to listen to hockey games in Pittsburgh by coating the antenna with aluminum foil and grinning so that maybe I could catch some of the signal with my braces.

Yeah, well, don't ask. Sometimes it worked.