Every writer knows the shoulder of the road. A bumpy stretch of pavement that allows us to pull over and get our crap together.
No exiting the manuscript required. Just a little space to crank the mind down and get a breather before getting back to work.
It’s a great spot to think… unless you have OCD riding shotgun.
I’ve been stuck on the shoulder of my Cozy Mystery for 2 days, idling like some kind of freak.
I can’t stand myself sometimes. Just saying.