…I started thinking about another novel idea. Mind you, I’ve had this one for a while. Conceived it whilst stalking teenagers at Barnes and Noble a few years back. Take that as you will.
And as annoyed as I am (because, really? I can barely follow through with the one that’s currently driving me cuckoo bananas), I’m glad that there are signs of life elsewhere. As if, after the monsoon, after the rains wash everything away, a flower from sprouts from a seed you didn’t even remember planting.
I am hopeful.