I've been sleeping with the lights on for the past week because at the start of it, I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I saw someone I knew in the corner of my room. They stood in front of my closed bedroom door, their back to me, and did not move or answer when I called them by name. It struck me as so profoundly wrong that I LITERALLY STARTED SCREAMING before my brain fully registered shadows playing tricks--but I felt as scared as I did when I was a kid and fully believed in monsters. It was so upsetting I will have to find a way to put it in a book.
That aside, I am currently obsessed with toasted tomato sandwiches. I am casting around for new book ideas. I must have my hooks in something before the world decides what to make of THE PROJECT or I will expend all this glorious energy focusing on the wrong thing--like what the world decides to make of THE PROJECT, instead of writing something new. As you can see, my hair has reached Editorial levels of unmanageable, so the first thing I am going to do when emergency orders are a little more relaxed is stay inside and continue to neglect it.