I think one of the reasons I've been blocked the past couple of months, and my posts have been mundane and insignificant (and for which I'm terribly sorry) is that it's felt just that--mundane and insignificant, rather than the enormously important event occurring next Tuesday (and I'm already going to say, next week's post will have one word: VOTE). I sit with my wife each evening and watch the news, trying to avoid upsetting or stressful reports about one side or the other. Truth has been so much stranger than any of the novels I've worked on. And in a week, it'll be over, and one large part of the country will be ok with the result, and everyone else won't (and honestly, even many of the folks who will be ok will be convincing themselves). I've got my horse in the race, and I'm biting my nails. And my great hope is that by the time I write this post in TWO weeks, we will be in a better, more peaceful place. Not holding my breath on that last part, but I can hope.
If you are in a state with early vote, do so. And tell your friends to do it.
Back to publishing after this extended nightmare is over.