Who Needs Anemones

WIP day, as opposed to revision day, and I actually got a couple of pages down! When writing, I have to take breaks-that-are-not-actually-breaks to do research. It's like writing your way up to a cliff and then realizing you have to write yourself a little bridge to get over that deep, deep gorge. Gulp.

Today's research included:

  • Placental abruption

  • What doctors who supervise interns are called

  • Course titles of medical school students

  • Bodies of water that appear turquoise in color

  • The Great Barrier Reef

  • Fish of the GBR

  • Pretty fish of the GBR

  • Anemones or coral?

The last one triggered a need to listen to Owl City while I attempted to finish the second page, during which I was interrupted at least fourteen separate times:

  • by my I-need-to-see-my-girlfriend-tonight-can-you-drive-us? 15-year old (eight times, possibly more)

  • by the cable guy asking if we have a dog because he needed to screw with the cable box in the back yard

  • by cats knocking stuff off of Paul's desk (twice)

  • by various phone calls (three - and no one ever calls me! WTF?)

I suppose writing two pages was sort of a miracle (and/or those pages are total crap).

Tammara Webber

New York Times and international bestselling author of contemporary romantic fiction