This bench in Pompeii, in a picture taken several years ago, sits in between visitors, waiting. I’ve finished a draft of book 4 of the series, working title Arise, You Rebel Angels, and it’s with beta readers. I’m giving myself a brief break between periods of writing.
I’ve always been fond of in-between time—when I was in college, going to my parents’ house and back on the bus, the passage looking out the window, watching the dark landscape go by, was one of my favorite times. No responsibilities, no set location. I’m in between also on vaccine status—two shots down, waiting for full immunity in June.
The eddy of time before a new current takes hold.