I could write about all kinds of things today -- like the SCOTUS 5th Amendment decision, or Section 2257 or Klansmen finally having to pay the piper , or even just that whole Pollack/Eggers wah wah fest.
But instead, I'm thinking about my book some more. I'm thinking about the characters that I'm just getting to know, and a little about the one who's sitting in a jail cell. I'm imagining the school where they grew up, what it looks and feels like in winter and summer. I'm also pondering one of their teachers, who spoke up unexpectedly a few days ago. Soon I'm going to think again about one who's already dead. That one is tricky. Not because he's dead, but because the main character is unearthing who he is in much the same way I am -- which is a lot like Stephen King's fossil theory. Problem is, she doesn't want to talk about him yet -- and she's got a pretty good reason. I'm also starting to wonder if there's more to the plucky caseworker than just being an irritant to the main character.
I don't think I ever completely evicted my imaginary friends.