One of the symptoms of exhaustion, depression, ennui, whatever must be lack of focus. I’m trying to finish up “A Plan of His Own Making” and that means starting on something else. I have several ideas but my brain is like a big pot of soup and the ideas are like vegetable whirling around after a good stir. Nothing stays put long enough to be examined.
Maybe you all have some good ideas. Something light and frothy that will float to the top long enough for me to give it a close look and come up with a beginning, a middle, and an end.
Take care–Susan Kaye