Writing is a funny business. I don’t know if there is any other occupation where you do so much without appearing to do anything. I’ve been doing a serious amount of thinking about Bluebonnet Ball. I guess it’s like a conveyer belt, like in a factory. Ideas come through my mind and some I let stay on the belt and some I throw off. I carry Ruthie around with me everywhere I go and in everything I do. The other night I wrote some ideas and notes about the story and tonight I actually started the story. The delete button on my keyboard got a real workout. But, I’m pleased with what I came up with. I think I have a good start. Ruthie has hit her first snag.