[sigh]. The childminder rang up earlier, she's got a bug, so bang goes my 4 hours of writing time tomorrow. I did actually cry when she put the phone down.
And so here I am, trying to get some crumbs out of the evening instead, although, as ever, my brain just walked out at about 7. And I'm coming up to a big, difficult bit that I could quite happily have tackled tomorrow. [fed up emoticon].
And I do not know how anyone writes in the middle of 'real life' unless it's haikus. They don't have a one year old, that's for certain; I can't even clean a room, cook a meal, or, on a bad day, go to the loo, never mind sit at a computer and compose deathless prose .
I think I'm about the same as everyone else with regard to real people. I borrow them, then deliberately change things, then they go off and do different things anyway. Best thing I ever read about it was actually by Stuart Murdoch of Belle and Sebastian, talking about songs. He said, that for him, it's like making a cake. You've got the real stuff and the invented stuff, which is like eggs and butter, but you end up with cake, which is something completely different with it all mixed up. Only he said it much better (probably on account of not being asked at the end of a long day with a one year old).