…if I’m deep into writing a story, either literally typing or just thinking hard about it. Suddenly I’ll glance out the window over my desk and notice the sun is setting behind the bridge. Or, in the shower, I’ll wonder if I’d lathered and rinsed and repeated or just lathered and rinsed. Or I’ll look around and realize I am halfway up Russian Hill on Polk instead of halfway down Russian Hill on Hyde and apparently “missed” my favorite walk along the shoreline.
Been doing that since I was a kid. It drove my teachers crazy.
Pam Troy 