The empty minute…
In a few days, I’ll begin my fall travels, and life will get hectic. But for the moment I’m without deadlines, and I find myself staring at the dog, asking her, “What should I write next?”
I have the beginnings of a chapter book trilogy. About two kids who MIGHT have found a magic tree. They aren’t sure.
I have the beginnings/outline to a novel. About ten kids living alone on an island.
I have a secret research project, which will maybe result in a picture book, but will also probably require actual travel/archival research.
And then there’s season five of West Wing…
Sigh.
Please, universe, tell me what to do?