I finished writing a novel, “A Tribe Called Death”, a few weeks ago. Put it through five drafts. I’m still editing and revising it, trying to prep it for other eyes.

Meanwhile, I began the next book in the series, “Alive and Dead”. I didn’t plan to but I couldn’t help myself. I’m about a third of the way through it, 17K words, 85 pages.

The seed of the third novel planned in the series sprouted yesterday. It’s been sort of swimming in and out of my awareness. Suddenly, as the second novel’s plot sharpened and turned toward its eventual finish (I’m a total organic pantser, you see), the third novel quickened in me. That began with the title: “A Shadow of Life”. I already know the character, as they were part of the first novel.

In the meantime, I’ve been entertaining myself with writing short poems. Fragments, really. I wrote ten yesterday on scones. LOL. Seriously. Posted one or two of them. May post a third today.

So it goes, writing and writing. Got to do other life things in parallel.

I guess that’s what they mean by balance.