I approach the start of another work week knowing I won’t be working. I’m getting a bit tired of this now. This week holds some medical stuff for me so I’d be interrupted anyway. Still, I have to get a handle on what it is I’m going to do. Nothing isn’t an option. I’m still not sure which path to take: continue or start something new. By next week at this time I hope to have that answer.
January and February are such good months to write, especially if you’re in the East. It’s cold here, finally. And I like writing during these months. I’ve pretty much lost January and February is slipping away. Okay, March is good, too. But I don’t want to start up in April. I can pretty much tell that this summer will be a working one, unlike last summer. Hate that.
As it is if I finish and sell a novel it won’t be published until 2008 or ‘09 and that’s not good. Too long out of people’s thoughts.
But I’m reading and thinking. It’s not a total loss. Or is it?