Randy Rooney
That Blocked-Up Feeling by
Sitting at my desk doing routine backups of my hard drive, I tried to figure out how to write the next scene of my novel when the phone rang.
I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Sam the plumber calling. There was just no point in spoiling a perfectly bad day by talking to Sam, so I let it ring.
Footsteps outside in the living room. My wife, Eunice, picked up the phone. “Hello?” A short pause. “Oh, um, no, he’s not available. He’s doing backups right now.”
I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I had painted my lead character into a corner in the previous chapter. Which is what...
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