"Annabel" has been copyedited, a cover image is chosen, and now I can wash the dog while I wait for the proofs. The dog smells like a ninety-pound hunk of parmesan, and it is a job to think how to approach washing him.
The novel having so long occupied my mind, my new freedom means ideas float fast but I dare not hang onto any in case they take hold and require another two or three years' work out of me. You can't have a merry fling with a novel; you have to marry the bloody thing.
The idea I liked today had to do with the grocery bus. Our neighbourhood grocer is closing for renovations from April to November, and they are about to institute a bus to take neighbourhood customers to another grocer a few miles away. How much fun it would be to take a little camera on the grocery bus and make an indie documentary about it.