Yesterday I was talking with someone about my most/least favorite subject these days: What I am going to write next.
"Well," she said, "when I got to the end of the first book, and then I saw where you are now, I wanted to know how you got from there to here. And I think a lot of your other readers will want to know that, too. Since the first memoir covered things that were twenty years in the past, and the second one is more in the present, why don't you write about what happened in between? Maybe that could be the next book."
"I'm grateful for the suggestion," I said. "And I'm glad people want to know how I got from there to here. Unfortunately, that's a one-word story: Therapy."
So...there! I just finished my third book!