…I am still in search of an idea, like Leonard Nimoy in search of the Loch Ness monster, except with less traveling to Scotland, prehistoric aquatic dinosaurs and Leonard Nimoy.
I’m not concerned about having something to write because ideas are cheap and plentiful, my worry is that if I just grab whatever in order to start writing, it won’t grab me and my effort will fizzle out. On the other hand, if that happened I could return to last year’s still in-progress novel, which I quite enjoyed working on.
But no! I will find a snazzy idea and I will write one corker of a 50,000 word novel by November 30. Or else!
Or else I won’t. Ahem.
