I broke out the notecards this week after telling Jess I would. (that was your cue to go read Jess' post on notecards) And I began writing down scenes for the next novel I'm writing. After hiding in the canning room for several hours (I'm convinced it's the only quiet place in the house), I had my cards done. Well, not entirely, because there needs to be something here and something there to fill out the story, but I've got the bones. Which basically means I can sit here at the computer, holding my baby novel in my hand.

It's weird.

Anyway, last night, I started putting pieces together that I've already written. I've never done anything remotely like this before. With the last book, I just sorta went, "...And today this person shows up, and they're a pirate..." (If you don't get that joke, just ask The Ninja about Pirates of the Caribbean). Now I have a structure! I know what's happening! Yeah!

So I'm happy about this project. I'll start real work on it as soon as Lyric's Makari is finished. That is so close I can taste it. And, by the way, it tastes like beef and dill pickles. Just in case you were wondering.