THOUGHTS

Today the dialogue is running though my head and sending me twenty degrees past nuts. Happens that way sometimes. I think it’s a writer thing, but I could be wrong. Maybe it’s a me thing. How would I ever know—having lived in only my own head. Thoughts run simultaneously on parallel lines which never connect. Good for writing. Bad for life. People yaking outside--thoughts running inside. Makes the world a noisy place. Estascy resides in a focused thought. Finished my short story yesterday. Called it THAT'S ALL THERE IS. I know -- not the catchest. But the proper title was definitely improper. If you read it, you'd know what I mean. Started a new book today. No name for it either. A teen-age mystery. My first. Kind of fun. Not as serious as my normal fare. Gutsy, edge of your seat clean fun in the spirit of Nancy Drew. What next? BLONDE LOGIC, TIMELESS FIRE, NEW BOOK, and NaNo. What fun! Onward and Upward.