Yes, yes, I know, the ink was barely dry and blah blah blah.
I am so incredibly thrilled. You know how when you finish a book you spend weeks feeling like you're never going to have another original idea ever again? (Even though your "idea" file is three pages long. In 10 pt. font.) But you don't want to write any of *those* ideas. Not right now. You want something shiny and new. And it's Never. Going. To come to you.
Well come to me it did. The idea has been germinating for a few days, but the opening wouldn't come to me. Everything that ran through my mind was discarded almost as quickly as I thought of it.
And then, finally, it happened. I was riding the elevator up to the 7th floor, I had my salad in one hand and my coffee in the other, and BAM! It was there. The opening five pages.
I ran to my desk. A couple of nurses were there early. They asked me how I was doing as I blazed past.
"Me? I'm AWESOME," I practically shouted. "I can honestly say I haven't been this happy in days!"
[Sits and keyboard, starts tapping frantically.]
"New book," one nurse says to the other.
Yay! Yay! Yay!
It's Sunday, time for some reading! - I'm reading your queries this morning. What are you reading?
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