Being bemused but having no time to write is painful. It feels like unrequited love. (Or maybe unrequited like.) And I'm not sure when I'll have time to start, as I'm busy until Friday and then I leave on vacation. Maybe I can get some time to myself while we're away. I just hope I don't lose the story before then.
What do you do in this kind of situation? I can't write in a notebook at the pub very easily, so I usually do all my writing at home.
Confidential to E: Help me out here! I'm sorry I forgot about you last week.