I've never been able--or never chosen to--work on more than one project at a time, but I'm really tempted to today. On my brain-charging walk yesterday I was thinking about the aborted sequel to my first novel when a new first line dropped out of the sky straight into my lap. Well, into my cell phone which I sometimes use as a tape recorder. So now I'm printing out the "sequel", which probably doesn't work as a sequel, so I can take it to my favorite coffee shop (at the moment Peet's downtown), have a cappucino and luxuriate in the reading of my own good (well, sometimes mixed) stuff.
Or is this all an excuse not to finish Millie?
Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to --write!
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