October 31st and I’m terrified. Not because it promises to be a warm Halloween night and this is the first year in eight years we’ve decided against giving out candy (OK, I decided. The Girlfriend has to study and I don’t feel like answering the door by myself all night).
No, I’m terrified because I don’t know if I can do another novel. I went like a rocket for a couple of weeks, scenes and plot elements and characters coming bang! bang! bang! one after another. I must have used up 40 index cards on scenes and character descriptions.
And now…nothing.
It’s a little bit like being in the eye of a hurricane: deathly quiet yet full of energy, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.
I still don’t have a title for my book, not even a working title, so I need to think about that today as I roam around the city on my random day off.
And to the well you go. I know the pail will be full when you pull it up! Have a lovely day off.
I’m not doing candy either….but only cause I’d eat most of it!
STB