Too many things going on at once. I have a bunch of stories I need / want to write. I have books to publish. Heck, I have a pie to bake, and a book to write about that. I’m virtually stuck between the lines, and almost every day a new thing I’d really like to work on comes along.
I have a novella started for The Scattered Earth, bring Euphrankes Holymnn and the crew of the Airship Tangent back for an encore. I have even more written on a new Cletus J. Diggs Mystery. I have “Nevermore,” the next DeChance book, which will involve an appearance by Edgar Allen Poe…and I have a novel about a zombie apocalypse and ulta-marathon running in the wings.
I need to write my way out…it’s the only way through, as I know from experience. I suspect all of these things and more will be written in short order, but tonight…I feel stuck. I hate that.
Tomorrow…there will be words. I will share some with you just to prove it’s so…