There is a lull in the rain. I haven’t been able to walk on my new book, The Witch Box, for several days; but I dassn’t take the manuscript outside until the sky is clear.
What I mean to do is to go outside, set up the folding chair, open the umbrella, light up a cigar…. and think. By which I mean, wait for the Lord to show me where He wants the story to go. I don’t just dope it out myself.
Now people who see me doing this will conclude I’m doing nothing. A lot of writing consists of doing nothing. We don’t consider hard thinking a lazy sort of enterprise, but those who don’t know any better, do. I am at a critical juncture in my plot and I don’t want to make a hash of it.
Well, I’d better get set up before it starts raining again.
An hour later: Ah! That was a productive session. I’ll be ready to write again tomorrow, weather permitting. Thank you, Lord.