The family xmas day gathering was at my place this year. (It went very well too.) Now, because I was hosting, there had been this long list of stuff that needed planning, doing and organising over the past fortnight.
Research was done, things were planned out, ideas were tested and some discarded / some kept, things went off on tangents and a few times the whole thing seemed to decide for itself how it would run. Tell me this doesn’t remind you of writing?
And like any short story, scene or chapter that has provided such a challenge, when it was all over I sat there feeling strangely fidgety, realising I’d been so focussed on getting this done that I hadn’t planned anything for the days that came after!
In writing as in life.