I'd been dealing with restless nights, waking at 4am. I have a lot on my mind, including work and deadlines.
I have also been tossing and turning over my novels. Oh, I need to promote the published ones, oh, I've got to work on the new one.
My third book has been keeping me wondering. I think one of the reasons I kept starting it over is because I don't know what I am trying to say.
I went running this morning and I think the themes came to me. This book is about faith and disease. When plague comes, one's resolve eithers strengthens or weakens. I think of AIDS and how many people were put to the test, to become better Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Moslems. Many failed (and are still failing). There were those few, however, who gave hope.
This, I think, is what my third novel is about to explore.