The house is quiet. The kids whereabouts are unknown, the dog is asleep and my husband is out doing errands. I am at a loss of what to do with myself. Should I begin the sequel to Dancing Above the Moon? Finish another short story? Edit a nonfiction book I wrote ten years ago, which my husband made me promise to publish? Or wait a few more days for another editor to finish carving up Dancing Above the Moon’s 90,000 plus word count? (Is it true longer books are out of style?) Am I indecisive or procrastinating?
Ardyce Years
Writer, love movies and TV, attempting to make sense of the today's world.
“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. ” Albert Einstein