I wrote a new short story. It's about time, right? If you follow me on Instagram (if you don't, why the heck not;-) Let's be friends!) you might've seen the post where I talk about how I read Joe Hill's The Fireman, and how it left me thinking about how events can bring out something ugly in the best people you know.
I needed a blog post for this week, so I sat in the car (waiting for my kids to get out of school) and combed thru my brain for ideas. I had lots of topics in a notebook, but going over them... there were none that excited me. There were some good ones, just none that would send my pen flying across the page.
I have things on my mind: my writing career, the first sex scene from American Gods (which was brilliant!) and my children growing up. Random, I know.
Those are subjects that I could go into great lengths about. But I wasn't feeling it.