However, there were a bunch of empty folders in there which made me really stop and think (by the waym at least one of the empty ones was marked "misc" - it's a disease...) There was one, in particular, now empty, with the cryptic word "Future" written on the tab.
I never knew my husband was a clairvoyant. More to the point, the folder is EMPTY. Is it all over? Should I go out and stand on the nearest crossroads with a sandwich board proclaiming that the world will end on Sunday at 2 PM?
Should I write my next book at all or tell my editors that all deadlines have just ceased to matter? [grin]
For that matter, should I write a book about an empty manila folder labelled "future"...?