Or more accurately, on not writing. Is it polite to start the new book when this one is barely out of the birth canal? Resistance or the natural way of things – endings and beginnings? I wonder if I won’t be writing the same story again – if I didn’t get this one out just right – or if I need a breather before the next big push. Finding the momentum is the thing. Once you get started, momentum is like a ride you can’t get off even if you want to. Right now I’m at the gate deciding whether or not I really want another ride like the last one. Oh, if I could just work on the book. I loved working on my book. But it’s out of my hands now. Can’t touch it. Can’t fix it. Can’t change a single word. Can you say . . . let goooo? Fix. Straighten. Make Straight. Make Right. What’s wrong? Doing a lot of reading and movie watching. Being idle. Not knowing what to do. All proven, solid, worthy stalling tactics. I’ve got titles in my head – circling – taunting – which one will win? I love starting with a title. Plot? That will take some thinking. Or, I could let my subconscious mind fight it out in dark, murky waters while I entertain myself up here with the lighter side.