The worst things are coming...

When mom or dad told you, "Finish what you start," they were right.

I've done one of the worst things a writer can do. Tied up somewhere in the sequence of events, I opened a new Word document and started typing.

"Enriquetta wasn't supposed to get shot."

And everything flowed from there. I've had the idea for my next book since I started my first. Finish what you start. At one point during the ramblings that are my next project, I wanted to scrap the first one and just start anew.

Some of the new stuff is pretty funny. Let's just say the line, "If you needed a DNA sample from Dan, just ask Tucker to spit," was part of it. And no, it's not the Dan you're all thinking of. Remember: The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

So I wanted to scrap "A Constant Suicide." Then I remembered why I was writing my first one. For all the First Prentiss and honorary FP. It's a collection of our good times and bad. There's a message in there I need to say.

So, as all I want to do is throw everything away and start a new project, I have to force myself to keep going. But for now, it's Saturday and I'm at the paper, finishing something I didn't get done last week.

Wow. I'm cool.