“So Betsy,” you say (come on, play along, it’s fun!). “Now that you’ve finished your novel’s rough draft, what’s next?”

Well, dear readers, I would love to go to Disney World! Please contact me for information on the Betsy Goes To Disney Fund and the many convenient ways you can donate.

In the meantime, I’ve kept a lot of projects on the proverbial back burner for far too long. Speaking of the back burner, has anyone else ever wondered how big a stove would have to be to contain all of their metaphorically postponed projects? Mine would be, like, three miles long, with one front burner and all the rest in the back. These are the sorts of things I think about.

There are several stories I’d like to twiddle with, and I’ve neglected practicing my writing lately (for an explanation far more coherent than mine would be, go here), so there will be some “play” writing happening, just to see what develops.

Also, I’ve had a hankering to do some quilting, which is my most neglected hobby as of late. I spent this afternoon twiddling with designs for two projects I’ve been mulling over for a while in spare moments, then pulled out the boxes that currently house my fabric stash and actually found almost everything I need for one of the projects right there in my closet. I’m not sure if I’ll post pictures of my progress on the quilts, since I’m pretty sure their recipients drop in and read the blog on occasion, and I’d rather have them be surprised. But those are in the works, and I’ll probably mention them from time to time.

I’ve still got books for my fantasy challenge to read before I go out to residency, and I’ve gotten behind on the reading journals again as of late, so that’s on the list. Oh, and I should read all the books I’ve borrowed from friends, so they can have their books back and I look less like a slacker reader.

Otherwise, we’re flying to Ohio this weekend for my big brother’s ordination and installation at a church in Cincinnati, and I’ll be enjoying a few weeks in which I’m not allowed to think about the novel. When the school term picks up at the end of this month, I’ll head into full-on revisions and edits.

Finally, I intend to admire my new suitcase, which is bright red (my grandmother would be proud), hard-sided, and destined to serve me for at least the next 20 years. I’m thinking of putting stickers on it as a sort of mobile travel-log of the places I’ve visited.