I almost forgot. It’s the first Wednesday of the month, time for me to air my insecurities.
The thing that’s been creeping me out lately, is how far on the backburner my novels are. I love my world, and I love writing in it. I know I need an editor for the first, and it’ll cost me something big, because there is a lot that need to be fixed.
But I miss it. I miss those characters. I want to be writing those stories. I like my werewolves, I’m having fun. But I fell in love with Edie and Marley and their friends. I want that group back.
Long term plans are well and good, but I started writing to write that story, and some days, I’m afraid that I’ll never get back to it.