Too bad I do 99.9% of my writing at work, so I can't tell people who interrupt me to buzz off. I waited till 4:30 yesterday, on a very busy but very, very quiet day to begin writing, and the words just were tumbling onto the page when suddenly three people showed up needing stuff. Dammit.
Parker is being helped by a stranger to breath unpolluted air from a scuba tank at a shop while the world ends around him.
I need to add more atmosphere description to give a more creepy feeling.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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