But how can I lose an entire train? It’s supposed to be on rails, isn’t it? Shouldn’t it be heading in one direction? Unless, of course, someone threw a switch. That has to be it! My wife interrupted from the other room — something about a water pipe bursting. Like that’s important!
Or maybe my train was derailed by my dogs. They tend to huff at me whenever I spent too much time with my computer and not enough time with them. Sorry, pups!
Are my thoughts like a runaway freight train? Well, no. I would need to have carloads of thoughts linked together at the same time. I usually struggle with just one. If more than one notion is in motion at the same time, my locomotive can’t handle the load and grinds to a stop.
And who’s the engineer of this crazy train anyway?
Or do my thoughts lack training? I can train my dogs (and my wife does her best to train me), but how do I train my thoughts to keep them from daydreaming? If I didn’t daydream, how could I write fiction?
So…what was I saying?