I'm working on two new books. (Okay, three. Kinda sorta.) I'm juggling Victoria Square #4 and Booktown #8 (neither of which have titles -- but that's another story).
It's summer. I can't sit still all that long to write. I feel antsy when the sun is shining. It's been shining a lot. It's been way too hot to garden, and the weeds have taken full advantage of our hiding inside. Well, too bad, weeds, I'm on the war (or at least weed) path. I find I can write a few hundred words, and then I'm so antsy, I have to get up from my chair. So I've been going out and weeding.
Again, we've had a LOT of weeds.
It's very satisfying work, and it's good for the creative process. Go outside, yank weeds, think about my story. Run out of ideas for one, then think about the other(s).
So, I'm making progress with the weeds, and the book(s). Now I'm worried about what I'm going to do when I run out of weeds to pull.
P.S. Isn't my little Scottie dog cute?