Maybe Marianne?

Having turned my latest novel over to my husband and not being able to do a final draft until he critiques at it, technically I have no writing project.

My characters, Anne-Marie, Brenda, Maura, Ashley and Sally all have packed their bags and left my mind. I miss them.

I am the embodiment of a person at sixes and sevens without a full writing project.

I keep trying to think of the next book.

There are some novels, I started in the past and stopped. I could go back and restart any one of them. Then there was the historical "biography" of Elizabeth I and Robert Dudley's daughter that I researched almost two decades ago. It doesn't motivate me.

When I write a book, I get so involved with my characters that they become real to me. If I wake at night, they talk to me, telling me, what I should or shouldn't write about them the next day.

Last night after getting up for the potty, a woman appeared. Her name could be Marianne and she is in her fifties of sixties. She is a crusader, she said. I hope she comes back to me tonight and tells me a bit more about her life. 

Next week, Rick is at a conference. Maybe this will be time to sit down with Marianne and see what we can do together.