All day yesterday and today, I’ve been working obsessively on a story that could be a sequel to the big fast mess of a novel I wrote a few years. Or it could be another big fat mess. It feels like I’m riding a wave and I don’t want to come down. The cool part is that none of the usual Internet distractions seem very interesting, not Facebook, not Twitter, not emails, not news feeds, not even news of cask beer, and certainly not this blog. The scary part is neither does eating seem important nor going out in the garden to play. I’ve put down about 10,000 words so far with no idea if what I’m working on will be any good, but the only way to find out is to stick with it while the obsessive phase lasts, and see what I’ve got when it passes.
Where are the …?