I’ve recently retired.
A nice feeling.
After 31 years of toiling away, I have no more excuses.
That next novel won’t write itself.
The insidious cycle of planning, note-taking, brainstorming (i.e. procrastinating); ends.
And the writing begins.
In anticipation, I’ve re-vamped my writing space; added a new Dell monitor I didn’t need, a wireless keyboard, laser mouse.
I re-read Stephen Kings’ On Writing for a kick in the inspirational pants.
Decided on a main character and a premise.
And that’s it.
A ‘pantsing’ I will go.
There is Christmas on the horizon.
Come January, I’m all in.
Wish me luck.