Okay, Crickets, here's the thing. This is November, time of National Novel Writing Month. Naturally, I entered into the month with the highest of hopes of having this event spur me to finish Knight of Sorrows. No dice. If anything, it put me more into a tailspin. The subsequent navel-gazing, however, has been beneficial, and I think I've realized part of the problem with the projects that have been failing of late.

I need to stop talking about the writing and just write it.

Seems pretty simple, doesn't it? It's quite the opposite, sadly. I always want to talk about my ideas, and tell people about this cool new scene in my head, and moan when my characters don't do what I want them to do. I can't do that. I need to keep it to myself, I think, so that the only outlet for all of my scattered enthusiasm is the page.

To that end, I will say only that I have begun a new project. It's not one any of you know anything about. I'll let you know when it's done... or if it is.

I'll send you dispatches from the front as I'm able, but don't expect details. Loose lips sink ships, dear ones, as you know.

So... shutting up. Carry on.