The Best Laid Plans...

I'm sitting here, eating my warm porridge (not too appetising, but does me a lot of good!) trying to think of something blog-worthy to post.

Anyone striking the outside of my cranium this morning would hear a booming echo...

As I drove home late last night, my head was seething with writerly-thoughts. What to do to DANGEROUS LIES to improve the partial. When I think I could set up RUN AMONG THORNS in house style and get it to Medallion. If, by some amazing chance, the Other Publisher requests TAKEN, how soon could I finish the full MS?

(The answer to that one, I suspect, is end of March earliest. My diary is chronically overbooked with evening meetings in Feb. In order to preserve health and sanity, I'm going to need to accept I can do very little writing in that blessedly short month)

Then, as I drove past Threlkeld and the rain lashed down so hard it was reflecting my headlights like mist, I started wondering what I would write next.

It was nice wondering what I'd write next. I rather enjoyed it.

I suspect I'll do Gareth's story next. That's DANGER, DEEP WATER. Research is going to have to involve a yacht trip...

By next, of course, I probably mean 'in summer'. Oh, the writing year gallops on apace.

Do you have long term plans as well as short term goals? How do you keep track of them?