The Creative Process

So I'm puttering around the kitchen, having just made the missus her lunch. Thoughts of where I'm going with the new book are foremost in my mind as I work on the ramifications of what I did to this world in my prior alternate history novel.

I find some leftover grilled hotdogs and elect to make them into my lunch. I grab two and toss them on the cutting board I just used to make the wife's lunch.

I grab a paper plate and stuff it in the reactor. *beep-beep* 30 seconds cooktime. Start.

Turn around as it starts to count down . . . and grab the hotdogs that are still on the cutting board, sitting on the counter... *sigh*