I woke up today with ideas sloshing around in my head like one of those blue-goo-filled plastic boxes with penguins bobbling on the waves. You know the one, provided you were born in the 90s and visited a souvenir shop literally anywhere: Instead of two penguins, my blue-goo brain often contains three to five. These ideas collide and compete for my attention. When I can get the penguins to exist in sloshy harmony, magic happens. Such an event occurred in my latest Write Club meeting, in which I synergized the disparate characters and plot points of my to-be novel into one cohesive story arc that actually makes sense. Crazy, right?!