Sorry. I just had to scream.
I am SO close to the end of Guns and have NO time to work on it! Between a demanding job and pain in the arse health issues (yeah and let’s add family in there for good measure), I’m just not getting the solid time I need to finish.
Add to that my mutinous brain which spends hours at night – and half an hour in the shower – plotting and changing the manuscript; ideas that I then have to write down or risk forgetting about entirely. My ‘edit jobs’ are now bigger than the actual writing job and include rewriting massive scenes that have POV issues and inserting a new character into the narrative in order to properly set up book ii.
Add to that my same mutinous, STUPID brain is jonesing to get back into writing a completely different series (that is drafted but needs major work). So while I’m trying to work on the mammoth pile of work of Guns, the brain’s going “waaah, I wanna write about the Shadow-Walker.
Ok, that’s out. Off to get a glass of wine and try to drown out the mutinous, STUPID brain tonight.