I have NOTHING to do at work right now. There’s a big dumb meeting I could be sitting in on (it’s all-day) but frankly the content doesn’t really concern my actual job. So instead I’m sitting here working up the focus to maybe tinker with my book.

The best compliment I have received so far on this thing was that the reader found herself wondering what would happen to the characters, and this was without the story sitting right in front of her. That’s pretty much my objective, I guess.

I dreamed about seafood this morning. I was looking into a glass bakery case at rows and rows of lobster tails, shellfish, crabs. I wanted some oysters, but they had to be fresh. I am not sure what that’s all about.

It is sunny and clear, but out the window to the west I can see a thick grey bank of fog just resting on the distant hills, waiting to stretch itself over the city in another few hours.