Ideas Come at the Worst of Times

My brain is actually reeling - doesn't know which way to go.
An editor from Samhain publishing read my full manuscript and although she liked it a lot, she gave me some good ideas on how to punch it up a bit.

Today those ideas gelled - it was like the man on a flaming pie appeared to me. And now all I want to do is write MY book - NOT work on the revised Nursing Policy and Procedure book - MY book.

Elizabeth Montgomery Peacock is sitting on my shoulder telling me to write her story - or at least the first book of her story. FBI agents, shady dead husband, alien carjackers (real aliens - not Hispanics illegals) and all.

Crap!