I always have stories running around in my head. Characters arrive, often in bits of dreams, and they “need” to be heard, and over time, they become full stories or books.

Lately, I have been so consumed with the publishing process for Of Grief, Garlic and Gratitude, that I haven’t written as much as I normally do. Over the last few weeks I had written just a few new chapters in the sequel to More Than I Can Say, and had only picked at a new non-fiction for teens.

Tonight, the dam of writer’s block broke, and I couldn’t write fast enough. The funny thing was that I would be working away on one, when an idea for the other would flit through my mind, so I would switch documents and work on the other for a bit. Thank goodness for Google Docs!