So I'm home working on book 2, Edward's story, and I turned on the TV. Normally I write in my office or in bed without the tellie on. Today I wanted  a change that almost proved fetal for Edward. Here's Martha Stewart chatting up lemon scented beeswax candles, absolutely fascinating.

Anyway, I lost track of time and ended missing my editor's deadline. Five pages a day...five pages. That's all I had to do but I was glued to Martha! I tried to make up the time by cutting out a tiny amount of dialog and shot the pages over to my editor. She called me within 10 minutes calmly saying as only she can, "Tracy, if you're dead set on going down this road Edward is dead. You've killed Edward."

That's it! No more Martha or tellie when I'm writing!