It was one of those weeks where I kept thinking of things I wanted to write…and could never get to it. You know the way it goes. I have an opening paragraph for my next book, I’ve finally figured out what I was stalling on with the book I’m writing and I can’t find the time to write…anything but this blog.
Isn’t that always the way?
Years ago, when Lawrence Block wrote a column for one of the writer’s magazines, he claimed that such times were good, because you would forget the garbage and only remember the good stuff. It’s a way of sifting through ideas. If that is so, I must be having a bunch of great ideas because this stuff won’t let me go.
So forgive me if this post is short, but I have dinner simmering on the stove, and a sister I need to phone, and if I ever get done the laundry and a couple of other chores before I need to zonk out in bed, some writing to do.