Paralized With Indecision

I have a vapor lock on my brain this evening (some might ask--so what else is new?) I spent much of the day working on a book idea that I've decided to throw myself into this winter. I wish that I could tell you a little about it, but Michael Crichton might be reading and this million is MINE.

Seriously, besides some personal correspondence and blog reading, I just can't seem to find anything that strikes my fancy to write about. No Dan Rather (*%$# head), no UN, no tsunami, no Democrats, no liberals, and least of all,

NO TED KENNEDY.

Actually, I feel better already...