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Not much of any interest to say. I've been quiet lately because scenes that I need to write have been looping around in my head, and another story idea has been tap tap tapping at the outskirts of my consciousness.

Something horrible happened involving a friend of a friend recently. Absolutely tragic and terrible, and it's cost me a couple of nights of sleep. It's one of those topics that I blogged about a couple of posts ago. One that makes me nauseous and dizzy with sorrow for the victims involved. A topic that I don't want to think about. . . and yet, there it is. I can't let it go. The creative part of me has latched on to it and is turning it over and over, examining it from all angles.

The two words that get the creative ball rolling keep repeating in my mind: What if? What if?

What if things aren't what they appear to be on the surface? What if it weren't so cut and dry? What if there were a whole bunch of other factors involved? What if?

And I just can't let it go, as much as I try to push the terrible images from my imagination, I keep hearing those words whispering in my writer mind. But really, what if?

I wondered what I'd write about next book. Now I don't know if I want to finish The Collectors or start on this one. Maybe I'll let this one brew for a while. Simmer back there. Take on substance.

I think I might write a short story or two after Frost is completed to clear out the remnants of it.

It's Friday! Lots to do tomorrow.

On an off note, I'm not known for my subtlety, but I'm also very private about certain things. Sometimes laying it out on the table is the most terrifying thing to do. It makes you vulnerable. But it's also liberating, because you toss the chips into the air and let the fall where they may.

In this case, my secrecy was hurting somebody. In my attempt not to burden someone with my own shit, I was actually hurting them.

The moment I realized that, I spilled it. And no matter what happens, I feel better for it. What a person chooses to do with your vulnerability is up to them. You have no control over it. If you aren't honest with somebody sometimes they'll draw their own conclusions, which may be inaccurate. But they have nothing else to go on. And in keeping something from someone, you aren't changing the truth. It doesn't make it go away.

And you know something? I feel good. The sky hasn't fallen. At least, not yet.

YAY! It's the weekend!