Adieu, Fair Flash Drive

Sorry, I kinda went underground for the past week. My father-in-law is visiting, and so there's been a lot of entertaining and adventuring and dishes (good gravy, so many dishes). We took him to Las Vegas for the weekend and gambled our way through half the casinos. Not much time for literary pursuits these days.

My husband finally took apart my corrupt flash drive last Friday, and sadly informed me that my hope of recovering any data is just about nil. I had been waiting on this final judgment before beginning any sort of new rewrites, and now that I have it, I can't seem to get started. Partly it's the feeling that I need to be totally and completely prepared to begin the most awesome rewrites EVARRR, and partly it's the urge to stash this complex and troublesome plot and start fresh on something else, to apply the things I've learned over the past year to a clean slate.

While standing at the corner of Indecision Junction, there's still plenty for me to do. I'm reading 'Hooked' by Les Edgerton, and I've got a stack of promised critiques that I need to get done now. There are about twenty good books waiting for me on my Kindle as well. I haven't been reading enough fiction lately, and maybe that would be the best thing for easing my brain back into a creative spot.

Deep breath. Om. This isn't a race.

Also - I registered for the SCBWI summer conference in August a few days ago. Are you going too? I surely hope so!