Oddly enough, for what I believe is the first time ever, nobody bothered me, and I actually managed to write a whole paragraph. What sucks is that I'm in the groove, and could go on for another hour, but if I don't leave now it will be a spooky walk to my parking lot. Ah, well. They say that Ernest Hemingway always quit writing deliberately right in the middle of his creative flow, when he still had plenty to say, so that he'd be sure to have something to start with the next time he sat down to write. It kept him from ever having writer's block. Sounds like a good idea to me.