Two novels completed. Not one viable idea for a next book. I find I can’t simply take a break. I am now no longer capable of not writing. And so, the question arises. What in-between writing can I find this time to keep my hand in, to keep my brain fresh, to operate like playing scales back in the days of piano lessons?
I cheat unashamedly. I go online and I find the hundreds of sites that offer lists–of twenty-five, fifty, a hundred, five hundred sentences to use as the first sentence in a short story or novel. I don’t know if any of them will ever turn into my next novel, but I chose five today and have written on one. It was wonderful fun, almost like automatic writing or a Ouija board.