I didn’t do any writing today, but I spent several hours blocking out new scenes to move the tale along. What that means in plain English is that I wasted most of the day daydreaming about “Twisted Key”. It’s actually a valid part of my job description. Really. It is. And I get paid for it, too. Not much, but whenever anyone purchases a copy of one of my books, a very small part of my royalty covers the thinking and plotting I do long before a single letter gets typed. Stories don’t grow on trees, you know. They grow in the mind of the writer.
And I think that’s kind of neat.