Your stomach grumbles, but you’re on a roll. You can’t stop writing. The scene is too good to stop writing. You can feel your mouth dry, feel your stomach empty, tasting food that isn’t even there.
But you don’t want to lose the momentum. Keep it going–just a few more paragraphs–a couple more pages.
You write for another minute, then two, then three, then ten, then thirty.
You feel dizzy, craving food, thinking about it nonstop. You can see chips and burgers and salad flashing before your eyes–beckoning you to stop. The chapter is almost over though. You tell yourself that you can’t stop until you finish this chapter. Just a few more lines–a few more sentences.
And just when you’re about to reach the last sentence, you think of a dozen other things to add–more scenes to write. But your writing is getting sloppy now, even incoherent. This isn’t your best writing–you know that–but you just want to get it all down. All down before your ideas run out, before–
You’re overwhelmed by hunger. You’ve put off food for too long. Just a little snack now. Or maybe a meal. I’ll get back to the story later.
Fallton Havenstonne 