I was recently reading some questions posed to writers, one of which was “Do you enter a Zen-like state when you write?”

That Zen-like crazy writer’s place is a crazy writer’s place where characters actually talk and stuff that I don’t often admit too outside of my writing friends, but yes, I’ve been there.  Sadly, I lost the map and haven’t been there in a long (LONG) time.  It’s a joyous, place full of LIGHTS, CAMERA and ACTION.  And try as I might I can’t seem to get back to it, and honestly, I don’t know why.  These days, between getting up at 6 AM to get the kid to football and the renovation crew crawling in and out of my office and talking to me when I don’t want them to, writing more resembles that last stage of labor than the actual baby-making (which, for me anyway, was always the easiest part).

So what do you do when your entire schedule is turned upside-down?  Post your thoughts and win some socks!