How annoying...
I really hate when something like this happens: Me, the dawdler of writing alone, finally sat down and started to write tonight. I have a storyline in mind and everything that I need: a dark room with my laptop, a snoring dog down at my feet, fitting music and a drink. I start to write and it goes pretty well and I am not bored after five minutes of writing my own storyline. And then... I am not sure how that damn lake was called in the movie where Tauriel and Legolas talked. I have to search it of course because (knowing Tolkien) that lake HAS a name. And bam! I am out of the flow. You know that feeling?
The annoyed Dawdler.
The annoyed Dawdler.