I have the seed of an idea for my next novel. Don’t tell anyone, Claudia. Keep it a secret. Don’t say what it’s about. Don’t say what kind of novel it is. Don’t say ANYTHING.

Tentatively, I’ve begun to write a little scene. Maybe it will form a short story to test the waters. Maybe it will form a future chapter. Surreptitiously, barely consciously, I’m jotting down ideas. Just characters for now. And a key situation.

But I don’t know, I don’t know, if it will grow into anything. At the moment it’s just a wayward seed on the ground. It needs to sink into the darkness and be ignored for the most part in order to grow.

Don’t tell anyone.


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