This getting old . . . stuff . . . is not for the weak!
It’s rather infuriating, actually.

This getting old . . . stuff . . . is not for the weak!

It’s rather infuriating, actually.

The ideas, the characters, just won’t shut up and screaming at them that you only have so much time left and need to satisfactorily finish up a bunch of stuff already started . . .

Harumph! Their hearing is worse than mine! And they’re about as hard to ignore as the tinnitus . . . well, all right. I will admit that when the characters are loud, I flat don’t notice that annoying high-pitched tone.

And once they have your attention, they don’t let go easily “just a little bit more to finish the scene” when your bladder has apparently taken lessons from modern stores, that is to say, just in time. So long as you’re close to a bathroom.

Well, they’re right, in as much as stepping away from the computer means that the scene playing out in my head has lost momentum, and I’m likely to let one of the other characters grab control of whatever the heck is going on in my head.

It’s quite amazing really, how, once you’ve trained your brain to create . . . it gets addicted and can’t quit. No matter all the times you just can’t seem to write . . . the Muse/back brain just keeps on with the ideas.

At one time, I thought writers turning their worlds over to the kids, or bringing in other writers to basically flesh out their concept was . . . I dunno. Lazy? Giving up? Retiring?

Oh, Now I understand.

“Will someone Please take these ever loving ideas away so they’ll leave me alone?”

Now If you’ll excuse me, I have a cover to wrestle with because I did manage to finish one.

While starting three more.

Look at these adorable faces? How can you not want to adopt them?