All apologies, Gentle Reader, for this shockingly disorientated post. Book the Third is nearing completion, and, as is often the case, this means lots of fisticuffs and pithy dialogue (inside the book mind you, not in reality), which in turn means the fierce clicky-clacking of Writer Beast Action. It also colors my daily off-computer life with odd silences, leaps in conversational topic, and the occasional wave of a hushing hand while I madly scribble down an idea of such utter brilliance the force of the scribble renders it intelligible several hours later.
In addition to this End of Project Insanity, I leave for foreign climes soon, a fact that keeps startling me awake in the middle of the night with “don’t forget to pack” moments. Combined with the new car, the advent of inadvertent academics (I return to teaching this fall, pity the students, no really, pity them), and the impending book launch of doom, I have reached a state that is almost, but not quite entirely like, one of those small fluffy dogs running through a car wash.
Quote of the Day:
“A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it to be God.”
~ Sidney Sheldon