I find writing can take on many of the characteristics of a river – sometimes free flowing, other times clogged up with silt. I have spent a good while jammed up behind a big beaver dam knee-deep in silt, but I feel I may be coming up for a change. I have been ruminating over a single project for far too long now… So, with a singularity of purpose, I must get it finished ASAP.
Later is no longer an option. I mean, you can tell The Computer you’ll get around to that briefing later… You get it done now, or face a thorough and rejuvenating brainscrub!