So here’s the thing, folks: I have no idea what to write next.
Understand, I’m not saying that my imagination is bursting with so many stories that I can’t decide which one to work on. I know writers like that. I, apparently, am not one of them.
No, what I’m saying is that it’s already August, and I need a new novel project, and I’ve been scribbling occasional notes in my trusty notebook, but must of the time just staring at that blank page, and I have to admit . . . I got nothin’.
Or almost nothing, anyway. A few things are stirring in the sludge, but it’s too early to tell if any of them have any substance, or if they’re just gas bubbles.
So. Yeah. If anyone sees my next novel, let me know, wouldya? Thanks.
No updates for Write Club.
I’m out.
