Sometimes, very rarely, I wish I could make the voices stop. It’s getting a little old. I need to get the first book edited and sent. That’s where my focus needs to be. But Donte and Selene of book two, and Fenta of book three, and Kat of book six or so, not even born at the time of book one, keep hauling me off on tangents. If I could write 24/7, I couldn’t get it all down!
I don’t want the voices to go away, though. Not really. I want to be able to write more, that’s all. Like, for six hours a day. More than that, and my fingers might fall off, and then where would I be? But six hours would be nice. Guess I better win the lottery. Or get published. Damn, are we back to that again? Guess I better get editing.
On a less-complaining note, my omnibus, that started out at 914 pages, has been whittled down to a svelte 722, and counting. Go me!