I hear dialogue in my head. I have odd notions come to me all hours of the day. Last night, I misspelled a single word and now have an idea for another book.
But holy shit balls. The voices? They are on blast.
Before I wrote full-time, I would have to parse the voices. When I didn't have time, I would nail the doors shut and hope to fuck they didn't break. Because I'm a full immersion type chickie. When I'm in...I'm IN.
And when I open the door to my creativity and don't try to actively block it, the voices have a rave.
I'm editing two books right now and have all sorts of ideas and, wouldn't you know it, the last sentence of "The Rabbit God". In true Crystal form, the book I haven't started writing yet.
I've tried to put the feral folks in my Mind Cabin (more of a chalet) and have them calm the fuck down. But voices are raised. Confetti is flying. And those obnoxious little horn screamer things are at full volume.
I should put a sedative in the water, shouldn't I?
