Still Water

I sailed into to chapter three of my young adult book and then, the wind died. I can't go forward until I go back. My paddles await while ideas wash around in my head. I like what I've written, but I feel I need to get to the magical part sooner. While my YA floats in still water, I dive back into my middle grade novel. A recent critique triggered a wake of ideas and one is happily anchored in place. The submission current has taken me. I'm being pulled through the research. This is where I'll be until a few submissions are completed, unless a strong gail comes in from the east.