I’ve hardly looked at my current novel since I’ve been in school. Today I got it out and now I remember why. Suddenly most of the day is gone, and I don’t want to do anything else but write the story. I don’t want to grade papers, I don’t to do homework, I don’t want to work on my lesson plans, enter grades, read what I’m supposed to read, write what I’m supposed to write, I don’t want to cook dinner, pay my bills, vacuum, do the laundry, talk to anyone, see anyone, do anything or think about anything but my story. See what happens?