The time is 7:30 P.M. What?! How?! I think as I look around frantically for a way out. Something flashes to my right and then my left. I try to follow it with my eyes but it’s too fast. I spot something flash through my periphery as it gets closer. I go to move to a different spot but I can’t. I’m stuck.
The thing about writing is that you have to get into a state of flow with it. Not think too much about the story structure or plot or precision with which you write or any of that stuff.
Okay, I guess I need to make some sort of point before this runs too long, and it would have to be this: never lose sight of why you picked up the pen in the first place. Always stay true to pen and craft, no matter what.