I had such a great time writing this recent novel that normal life kind of feels blergh. I have an idea of another novel, but there’s a lot of research that needs to happen before I fly. Husband has observed Wonder Twin Boy and I are similar in this regard — we are singularly focused when in the throes of a project and despondent when it ends.
I’m currently tinkering with a zombie screenplay that I cannot get excited about, so tonight I’m just looking over my series of unfinished efforts from my youth. I found the start of a novel I tried at age 24 — “Working in Publishing, or How I Learned to Use the Xerox Machine,” which makes me chuckle and wonder, have I never enjoyed working a conventional, corporate job? I think the answer is YES.