Writing and gardening go together.

I'm going to take my laptop and some lemonade out on the deck, and mosey around the garden.

Ah, the life.

Hopefully, I'll get some good ideas for the next chapter. I gave my subconscious strict instructions last night to give me some dream inspiration. Instead, I dreamed about huge equipment that I was returning to a huge store. Huh?

You'd think the further I get into a story, the more comfortable I'd get with it. But the more possibilities I see, the more pressure I feel. Pressure to complete the story; and to do a good job.

I have to throw out those notions and just write.