Here's the problem: All these different characters hang around in my head, waiting for their turn to show up on the pages of one of my books. It's a good problem to have... if I could invent a way to clone myself. But because that's not possible- and that is a GOOD thing- I spend a lot of time feeling anxious about my time. Does that even make sense?
Last time I dreamed another book. And today, I am fighting off the need to at least start the book. But I have two others ahead of it... I have a headache and hives. Not fun.
Hang with me, though. I'm going as fast as I can!