I love this word. It sounds vaguely vulgar.
Imagine the headline: ‘Man arrested for vacillating in public’.
I vacillate daily. In fact, I am a chronic vacillator. Fortunately, frequent vacillation does not lead to the necrosis of any body parts – only to that frustrating state called ennui. Another word I love.
So, between what and what am I vacillating so furiously?
Two projects started and abandoned with equal disinterest since the completion of Blood Relations.
Should I stay on the track of romantic suspense and write the creepy reverse stalker story that’s been poking at me? Or should I boldly go where I have never gone before and finish the sci-fi/fantasy novel that’s been percolating in my brain since the late 1990’s?
What to do?
I think I’ll just vacillate a little more.