For some reason I have not been able to focus on one book. I’m all over the place. There are so many books that I want to read that I keep flitting around them like a moth around flames. I want to focus but I simply can’t. I feel the same way about my writing life. I jump from not having a clue about what I want to write to having a million ideas and being too wound up to focus on any. Instead of a hot mess, I’m a lit. mess. OK, I’m probably a hot mess, too.