Microfamous

All din, all the time...
The City is continuing its "streetscape" project right outside our office windows. In case you're wondering what a streetscape project sounds like, imagine one of Hell's demons set loose in a Highly Breakable Objects warehouse with a jackhammer. It sounds something like that, except with four or five Hell's demons who never take lunch breaks. The resulting racket means that my usually alternately chatty-quiet office is too noisy to hear someone speaking from three feet away, hear the phone ring, or even hear myself think.

And hearing yourself think is important when you're writing. If you can't concentrate, everything you write takes on a nonsensical quality and you actually misunderstand yourself. Example: You're ticking away on the keyboard, much like this, except you have to stop every 15 seconds [WHATDIDSHEJUSTSAYMATRICIDE] because your brain [DIDIFEEDTHECAT] is generating random [UNBEARABLELIGHTNESSOFBEINGWASAGOODMOVIE] phrases and casual [SOMETHINGSMELLS..DOESSOMETHINGSMELL...IBETITSHER] observations without regard [SAMROCKWELLISCRAZYHOT] for what you're working on.