The unappreciated gift

It's scary to me, this lack of interest I suddenly have in writing. I finished my WIP last week...or maybe the week before. I've been busy with promo--yuck--and with trying frantically to get involved in another story. But it's not working.

I have several beginnings I like. A proposal for a series has been with my publisher for at least ever if not longer. A sequel to Home to Singing Trees that is half done. A fix-up-and-release of Always Annie, my first book ever. The idea of editing and...