Not Just Smoke and Mirrors

New Book Word Count: 12,806
Line of the Day: "If you're talking about him at all, it means you're thinking about him a lot."

Zipping right along on the new book that still remains sadly untitled. I'm starting to get a few ideas that don't totally stink, so we might be in the process of narrowing it down. As I'm writing, it's always amazing to me how the process works - and I can say that because honestly I feel like I can't take credit for any of it. Okay, I know that sounds crazy (Robin), but I really do feel that I'm just the conduit for great ideas that are already floating around out there.

Case in point - I had absolutely NO idea how my two MCs were going to meet back up again once she comes home from vacation (I realize that probably makes no sense, but bear with me). And as I'm writing the last scene at the Tower of London it just happens - of course! He has a friend with him who ends up liking her sister. They exchange numbers and there you go. And why did she want to go upstairs to look at her father's photos of the trip? Of course - he's in one of them (and not where he's supposed to be either)! And the villain of the story? The one who I knew existed but wasn't sure who it was? The villain has been there all the time - right under our literal noses. Don't know why I didn't realize that before.

I often find myself saying "Dang, I wish I'd thought of that" when a particularly sticky plot problem just works itself out, because I honestly don't feel like I did. I'll often read over chapters that I've written days before and be totally surprised because I don't remember writing parts of them.

There's only one possible explanation - it's magic.

On this date: In 1941, Pearl Harbor was bombed.