I prowl the house when I'm writing. I always thought I was hungry and often snacked when doing so. Now that I'm paying more attention to my eating habits, I realize I'm ravenous for ideas. I'm looking for words, for scenes and emotions to move the plot along in a way that will entertain readers. Chocolate, chips and raspberries fresh from the garden don't help much, especially when one of the characters doesn't eat.
The other thing I've noticed is that the horror story came out of me in full scenes. Dialogue, setting, emotion, action and plot were all there from the first word to the last. Romance is disjointed. I write it in layers. No scene is complete and I hop all over the chronology of the story. I have no idea what that says about me but I'm making peace with the process.
This is another weekend where I'm holed up without Internet - or gasp, chocolate - so the word count is higher. I'm working in layers but the change in surroundings has helped me settle down to the task at hand.
Here's one of my writing spots today.
Yes, the dogs were happy. They are so easy to please. Their prowling usually is food-related though. The only words they care about are ball, food, treats.