The vanity shelf

So far I’ve written, and published, 11 novels. Today, for some reason, I arranged them in order of writing: Taking Comfort, A Gentle Axe, A Vengeful Longing, A Razor Wrapped In Silk, The Cleansing Flames, Summon Up The Blood, The Mannequin House, The Dark Palace, The Red Hand of Fury, Psychotopia, The White Feather Killer. It’s not that I’m not busy or anything – I’m actually right in the middle of writing the twelfth. Is this what they call displacement activity?