To say that I'm distracted right now would be an understatement. My daughter has been in the hospital since Sunday due to surgery. We hope to leave jail, I mean the hospital tomorrow. :D Over the past couple of days I've lived at the hospital and my brain has turned into a mush like material that doesn't resemble a brain. As a proactive writer who tries to write often and write a lot, this kind of distraction is a bit hard. I'm tired. I don't want to think deeply. Initially, I took my young adult WIP with me just in case the moment comes.
Although, I have noticed that scenes and people from my stories do come to mind. It's rather neat to be sitting there wanting to resemble a petrified rock and have your characters come up to you to strike up a conversation. They tell me about their lives, what they ate for dinner, and other cool things I should remember to write down.
But I don't bother.
The book isn't going anywhere, and I have a weekend to recover once we get home. I have the holidays to listen to Christmas music and a pile of books to enjoy. I just finished Melody Carlson's FORGOTTEN in one night and now I'm enjoying James Dashner's THE SCORCH TRIALS. All in all, it okay to be distracted. The important thing is that I plan to write after everything is over.
My characters will most likely continue to haunt me, although I have a feeling that my weird character with creepy eyes, who's flipping me off by the way, might not be back for another interview.