I didn't have a good picture of a writer sailing. This image is what I could find without much work involved.
I work on project A. I have ideas for project B.
Somehow, that just seems wrong. If you had ideas for project B and spoke to me about them, I'd understand you to be sabotaging my effort. Got it.
When I have ideas about project B in the middle of project A, it is merely the process of an undisciplined mind moving on in the normal half-complete state I seem to live my life.
It is if I depart on a boat and am never to reach my destination.
I've solved this problem this time.
I've got a secret tool. It's called a map.
I'm following it.
Don't stray too far from the path. There are bears in the woods and sharks in the waters.
I haven't much else witty to say tonight. I have to write a scene where I tell a new widow that she is one.
See, I have a map.
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