SHE WROTE: I Told Him To Come To New York

Bob is not stalled out. He's been working 24/7 on the book, and his mind is giving him a time-out. If Bob has a flaw--and of course he doesn't--it's that he works too damn hard. Sometimes you just have to just kick back and let the Girls in the Basement play poker for awhile. Of course, Bob has Boys in his Basement, but he'll say that about the time he starts to collage.

What I'm finding brainstorming this other collaboration in New York right now, and what Bob and I found when we got together last April to finish up DLD, is that when you're doing this kind of plotting, trying to figure out the twists and angles, it really helps to be together in the same room, not do it in e-mail. You need to play off each other, do the what-if thing, diagram things out on white board (this apartment is woefully short of a white board so we're using graph paper, not the same thing). It goes so much faster. And the good news is, Bob and I are going to be doing that next week. So whatever we can't get now, we'll get kicked into gear then.

But he really should have come to New York. When we work here, we get out and walk around a lot which is always good for getting the brain moving. And when we start to really annoy each other, which is right about at the second day mark, we just retire to our separate corners until we're over it.

Having said that, I love all the support he's getting in the comments. Poor baby, he deserves it.