Plotting, my second best favorite thing.

Today I’m working with paper, pencil, and my clipboard, away from my desk but still in my office. It’s one of the few times I’m allowed away, and I look forward to it every year. I’ve got the chance to actually listen and pick apart the music that’s been spinning on my radio for the last few months, and since my  brain is switched over to finding relationships between obscure things, it’s like hearing them for the first time. It’s a weird few weeks as I plot out a new book.

And wouldn’t you know it, a song I’ve been listening to and loving, thinking it belongs to Peri, actually belongs to Grace.

Ah Grace. Your time will come. Things just aren’t aligned in me yet. Deeper, deeper, more and more complex.