Some people are haunted by loss, by what could have been, by lost loves and days gone by.

Me, I’m being haunted by opening lines to unwritten books. I’ve had it before; Zerk’s opening was written after a couple weeks of this feeling; finally I knocked out the first chapter, the project stalled, and life went on. Several other inactive projects have gone that route as well. Perhaps someday they will become novels.

But for the nonce, I am haunted. It is there when I go to sleep, it rushes in when I wake, it hangs over me like an itch. Simply sitting down and writing it will not work, I need a bigger picture, so until the entire picture comes together, I’m haunted by what will be.

It’s not a bad thing.