I Am Leslie's Brain

I'm sorry this is late. I'm packing for a trip to Arizona in the morning and we had Tom's parents over for dinner and I've had a few glasses of wine too many, but what the hell.

I'm excited for two reasons - 1) I'm finally going to see the Grand Canyon and 2) I figured out the ending of book three. What's weird is, the two rate just as highly with me.

Okay - so how does the world's largest hole in the ground equate with figuring out the ending of one of what may be many books? Because both are miraculous in nature. You already know why the Grand Canyon is cool, so I'll fill you in on the other.

You might think that being a writer, the plots of books come easily. We're creative types, right? This should be easy. Well, that couldn't be further from the truth. In my case, the end of the book reveals itself when it's damned good and ready. I don't have any idea how it's all going to end when I come up with the idea for the book itself. The fact that my brain hides this info from me is bizarre, and a little scary (I mean - what else isn't it telling me???). Yet, that's how it happens. It just pops in there when I'm trying to sleep, helping the kids with homework, in the shower, or in this case -when I'm standing in the shower like a zombie - trying to remember if I got the kids off to school (or in extreme situations - did I even have kids?).

I hear people saying all the time that they'd like to know how the brain actually works. Not me. I'm perfectly happy letting my brain tell me what's what, when I need to know. I'm afraid if I ever did figure it all out - it would stop talking to me. And that is what I'm really afraid of.

Happy thoughts!.
Leslie "The Assassin" Langtry