I don’t care to the idea of daydreaming now that I’m over 40, but I do like to think about things I hope to do one day, like making New Orleans hotel reservations to attend a mystery writer’s conference.

Wouldn’t that be fun? I’ve been to Louisiana only once, but nowhere near New Orleans. But I get the feeling that even post-Katrina, it’d be a nice place for a mystery writer’s conference.

Of course, to get to that someday, I have to crack the whip on myself and finish some mystery novels; otherwise I’d be an attendee and not a guest.