Remember way last year when scientists discovered the blobfish? Well, this is how I feel these days. I am between books—Will Sparrow’s Road is with Dinah, my editor, waiting for her comments (gulp) and I have no new idea knocking and calling. It is not a good place for me. I tend to turn into a blobfish. Alas, alas, I fear I will never have another idea and will never write again! I hope you are energetically jumping into the new year and not blobbish at all.
Behold the Blobfish
- by Karen Cushman