This is so weird.
I am super anxious and antsy tonight. I published my short story, THE DRYAD last week. Two things out! It seems to have burst open a damn.
My head’s a little overcrowded with characters wanting their stories told. Of course they do, because I want to work on book two, but I can’t, because I also want to complete another short story, but I can’t, because these two distinct personalities want their lives written. Plus a seperate series I desperately want to solve the kinks of is whining to get going. I have been so single-mindedly focused on RMOS for years, that this is new- so many stories all at once that need to be written. It’s exhilerating, and such an enormous relief, and fairly overwhelming. And draining. Emotionally. The short story, the new series, and the two perspectives are not happily-ever-afters. The weight of those emotions is bringing me down a little.
The only way to cure that is to write them down. But I don’t know whose voice to heed first!
I so want a month off of my paying job. That would help so much. But I can’t, as it’s my paying job! Oh, the unfairness of it all.