A Writer’s Best Interruption

Sitting out on the rooftop porch again, looking at the trees,

thinking, writing.

It’s cloudy, windy, and rainy.

A plane’s engines are heard overhead along with a dog’s bark in the distance.

A man’s voice speaks over a loudspeaker, but I can’t make out what he’s saying.

Perhaps a holiday caravan?

The sounds interrupt my main writing and so I stop to write this.

A writer’s best interruption is more writing.

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