Breakfast this morning: citrus-glazed bison meatballs, with a salad of mixed greens, avocado, and a dressing of lemon balsamic vinegar and lime juice.

Yeah, I know this isn’t my food blog. But I don’t feel like posting the whole recipe, so my blogs are blending together for the moment.

I wrote 1000 words by midnight last night, but they wound up being words where I was thinking out what I wanted to do. Some of them related to the story, some of them didn’t, and by the time I finally finished, I had concluded that I’m putting Ghosts of Belize back on hold. I think this story has a lot of potential. Some of the parts that I’ve written are really fun. But the pieces aren’t fitting together into a whole. Despite all of the many days that I’ve spent on this story, it’s not working. One approach would be to keep pushing through with it, keep trying–I’ve spent over a year coming back to it and then leaving it again. I started it literally last spring, I think. (And not the kind of literally where you really mean not literally at all.) But I think I’m going to try to let it percolate some more instead. When I finish my next project, I’ll come back to Belize and try again. Ironically, I have a really pretty cover ready for it. Once I write it, it’ll be practically good to go. But I’m tired of beating my head against the wall that is that story.

So today’s plan–pick up A Precarious Balance where I left off a couple of months ago and get moving on it. First, though, I have to take the dogs to the vet and discover that at least one has an expensive ear infection. Better one than two, I tell myself, so fingers crossed that it’s not both of them.

Edited to add: Three out of four ears infected. Ugh. That’s still better than four out of four, right? Sometimes thinking positive is harder than other times.