I lied to myself, Gentle Reader, about the project I wanted to be working on. I don’t want to work on any projects but the ones that are currently with my agent, and I know better than to pick up those sequels. Things change in editing processes, and working through them now would be a rather daunting and useless task. But when I sit to write anything else, I stare blankly at a screen with a few words typed in a scribbly fashion, if one can equate TYPE with SCRIBBLES. The truth is, I have too many projects and not a single one I want to work on at the moment. I look at the screen and feel empty.
I know the solution to this: start something new. But that is always easier said than done. I just need to begin something divorced from expectation. Something fun without any consequence. I just don’t know what that should be.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 