It’s midnight and I can’t sleep. I should have known this would happen. I just finished one novel (for the most part) and now I’m about to start the next one. That being so, ideas flood my mind. Each one completely different from the others and everyone appealing to me.
This has to be my least favorite part of being a writer. This in-between time where I need to pick which story to tell. I can’t write them all at once, I know, I’ve tried. It’s harder this time though, because I have my daughter clamoring for my attention as well. She comes first, always. And that leaves me with little thinking time.
So it’s midnight and I can’t sleep. I might as well put this time to good use and figure out just which story I want to tell now.
I might go with the ghost story. Or maybe take a trip across the USA in search of Life after Loss. Yet, there’s magic brewing at the local cafe and love’s in the air next to the sea. Oh and I can’t forget Little Miss Know it all who might just know more than she would like. And there’s the handy man who’s bitten off more than he can chew with the new arrival to town. Not to mention Tammy being accepted to a University she’s never heard of. Which one, which one, which one? Hum….
Yeah, I’m going to feel this in the morning.