It's Harry Potter tomorrow.
Need I say more? I didn't think so.
Today, however, will be devoted to plot lines for the barely in-progress sort-of-new novel. Which, for me, means a lot of sitting and staring off in space. It just looks like I'm slack jawed and glassy eyed, but there is plenty going on in the old noggin, trust me.
Yesterday, I finally began to see the backbone of the story, the central event around which all will swirl. Last night, I couldn't sleep until a scene finished playing out in my mind's eye. I'm telling you, it is close to a mental illness, the way these people just show up in my head and act out their stories for me.
Thor sez: A hole in your curtains? I have no idea how that could have happened.