Here’s one of writing’s hazards. I had spent much of the day working out a plot problem on new book. At about 11 PM I thought I solved it. Great, I told myself, write it first thing in the morning. Made a brief note, and went to sleep. Or tried to. Bingo! Eyes opened at 3:30 AM full of that idea. Not much sleep. But problem solved.
I am working on a new book. It’s so new it has no title, and to be honest, I’m not sure what will happen. Certainly no ending is in sight. But it’s different, I think, than anything I have written before, so I’m having a good—if hard—time.