Have you ever suffered from temporary book amnesia? That disorientation you feel when you finish a really good book, look around the room, and wonder for a moment where you are and how you got there? Kind of like half the atoms in your brain are still in that fictional world? I’ve experienced this phenomenon all my life, but now it's climbed to a new level. I’m currently writing book #3 of the Northern Lights Series. Meanwhile the first book, THE ALASKAN CATCH , comes out in August, so I’m working on excerpts and articles for marketing that book. The second book, A GIFT FOR SANTA , comes out in December and I've been working on frontmatter and am expecting edit notes for that one any day. All the stories are related, but have different characters and plot lines. Plus, I have a couple of different non-writing projects that need my attention. Sometimes, I find myself staring at a my keyboard, trying to remember what I'm supposed to be working on....