Right now, I'm juggling two new novels I've started, a screenplay, and waiting for edits from my editor for my 9th novel, which is now called BREATHE. (It was Traveling Angels.) I keep thinking there is something wrong about this, that I should just settle on one project and lose myself in it, but I somehow can't. The characters from each work keep shouting at me to pay attention, pay attention--and so I do. Is this good? is this bad? I don't know. It simply is.

It's supposed to be 104 in the NYC area. What's more lovely than writing in an air conditioned home and ordering take-out with the family?