[wind blowing] [shuddering] [vehicle approaching] [grunting] [panting] [tires screech] Yes, yes, I see you. Get in. Get in. Your mother is having another one of her episodes. Last night, she went to see A Doll’s House with a couple girlfriends, and now she has ideas. I emerged from my sanctum this afternoon to discover that not only had she not made me lunch, which is a meal I need in order to live, but she’d, furthermore, locked herself in the bedroom to weep. Loudly. Now it’s one thing for a woman to weep, but when they do it at such a volume you can hear it through the door, that’s when you know that they’re doing it just for the attention. Anyway, I was able to cobble together a sandwich for myself, so I’m the real hero of the story. [horn honking] [tires screeching] It was a couple hours later when I realized I was on a good run with my novel. I had this really interesting sentence that kept going for pages and pages, and I thought about how rare it is to really get in the groove
