...to not have a WIP. (For you non-writers that stands for work in progress.)
On one hand it feels wonderful to be completely free of obligations to it. For the first time in a long time I don't feel guilty writing a blog post.
On the other, these ideas keep calling to me. "Write me! No, write me!"
It's a big decision what the next subject matter should be--a committment to spend the next year or so pouring your soul into something that may or may not see the light of day (except for your critique group, your Mom and close friends.)
Too bad there's not an online service to hook you up with your next perfect WIP. Let's see. They could call it E-Genre.com. or Love at first Write.
On another note I just finished hosting the final pool party of the season. It was my mother-in-law's birthday. As luck would have it, the wind was so blustery and cool no one got in the pool. Oh well, I've discovered old people really don't like to put on their suits anyway. Here are some pics: