My primary work goal today was to write a 53-word story about a shell-shaped noodle. That's how I got caught in my bathrobe out in my deck garden reading about food writing when a delivery truck pulled into my driveway. I had to duck behind the gas grill.
That was a half-hour ago. I now have my 53 words on the conchiglie and can get dressed.
This, people, is what we call staying on task. Also, since I got a blog post out of it, milking an experience for all it is worth, known, too, as a multiplier.