I like writing love stories.  I realized this while fretting over which idea to pursue for NaNo.  The previous idea didn’t churn on that precious, ethereal fuel, and without it, I was bust.  Not that all my books run on love stories, but for some, it’s the guiding light.  And without those small beams to show the way, I’m lost.

Now that I’ve sorted one detail, the rest is falling into place, which affirms I made the correct decision.  Bouncing ideas off a lovely friend yesterday was another sign in the right direction.  Always great to spend lunchtime with another writer; we fed our bodies with soul food, enriched our hearts and minds with an equally satisfying amount of Doctor Who, sport, writing.  I came home full of mac ‘n cheese and cornbread, also the wondrous sense that whatever this authoring gig is about, I’m not alone.  Writing might seem like a solitary occupation…