On Interruptions…

Yesterday I was on such a writing spree that my fingers were having a difficult time keeping up. I was making some significant progress on my WIP, Deadlock, a futuristic sci-fi hacker novel. Then, my twelve-year-old daughter called me. Her bus had broken down on their way home from school. I asked her if I should come and pick her up. She told me ‘no,’ and she would text me any other details about what would be happening. My thoughts were that the bus driver would likely call for another bus to carry them the rest of the way home. Then I received these images from my daughter: