I'm back in the saddle again. Let's see how long I can stay aboard. :-)

It's been so busy for me for the last six months that finding time to write so much as a shopping list has been a challenge. The ideas for blog posts and my next novel don't stop, just because I'm too busy to write.

Tonight, I started sketching out my idea for this next novel. While I'm still interested in writing a fictional account of my grandparents' epic lives, I do believe I'll shelve that idea for now. Another idea is pressing on me and that story is shouting to be told. It's a great departure from my previous work and I'm fascinated by where the story can go.

Isn't that just the most delicious part of the writing process? Having a story that wants to be told?


Yesterday afternoon, I saw two young boys walking along and showing each other how well they could spit.

My sons used to do that, too: showing off their ability to spit. I've always wondered why boys take such pride and pleasure in spitting.

Anybody? Explain?