Post NaNoWriMo stress disorder has set in. I have these strange acres of unfilled time. I’ve written Friday’s column already, desperately trying to fill up the hours, and I don’t know what to do now. I’m tempted to start the next draft of Stormbreak, but I really want to give myself a week or two’s distance from it. Time to start in on something else, I guess. I think I’d rather leave Hard Rain (the sequel) alone for now – the first one is due some extensive re-writes and I don’t want to tie myself to keeping, well, any part of it.

Time to go back to that notion I had for Big Dead Bones, perhaps…