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You sit in front of the screen, you've totally developed the character in your mind, his world, his motivations, what he will do when confronted with your antagonist. The scene is set, the wind blows and your protag wraps his coat around him tighter, he looks off into the dark night and then-
"I'm hungry."
The entire universe you've just created collapses on itself.
So you feed the seven year old his Chef Boy 'R Dee Ravioli and get back in front of the computer.
You prod your memories and start the re-establishment of your universe, the protagonist has his cloak, the wind is blowing he's looking into the darkness and-
"I spilled some Dad."
You go and wipe up the tomato sauce from the carpet, realizing only then you have to scrub it because of the orange stain, so you get the carpet cleaner and the brush and you scrub it and scrub it and scrub it and it's gone.
The clock is ticking now because you only have a few moments of potential peace left so you rush back to the computer screen, think of wind, cloaks, dark, yeah and-
"I'm thirsty Dad".
"Go get it yourself."
"I can't reach the glasses."
You rush to the sink, pull out a glass, fill it up,
"Here," and in a brilliant bit of foresight you say "put it in the sink when you're done."
You're back at the screen, you got your wind, your dark, your coat and
"Dad?"
I know you've all been there.
"I'm hungry."
The entire universe you've just created collapses on itself.
So you feed the seven year old his Chef Boy 'R Dee Ravioli and get back in front of the computer.
You prod your memories and start the re-establishment of your universe, the protagonist has his cloak, the wind is blowing he's looking into the darkness and-
"I spilled some Dad."
You go and wipe up the tomato sauce from the carpet, realizing only then you have to scrub it because of the orange stain, so you get the carpet cleaner and the brush and you scrub it and scrub it and scrub it and it's gone.
The clock is ticking now because you only have a few moments of potential peace left so you rush back to the computer screen, think of wind, cloaks, dark, yeah and-
"I'm thirsty Dad".
"Go get it yourself."
"I can't reach the glasses."
You rush to the sink, pull out a glass, fill it up,
"Here," and in a brilliant bit of foresight you say "put it in the sink when you're done."
You're back at the screen, you got your wind, your dark, your coat and
"Dad?"
I know you've all been there.