The voices are back. They kept me awake until five last night, tossing and turning in bed as I tried (and failed) to get them all to shut up. And yes, I did mean voices. Plural. All yelling and clamoring for attention at once. Was crazy-making.
There's Lucy. She sees dead people. She just doesn't know it yet.
And there's William. He's searching for a cure so he can finally be with the girl he loves.
Then there's Charlotte. She's clinging to a fantasy world because the real one is too harsh.
And unsuspecting Victoria is in for one hell of a night at work.
And those are just the new voices. Elle was there too, wondering why I've left her story unfinished for so long. And finally, perhaps most surprising of all, Connor was there, urging me get back into the superhero world. Promising me his story isn't as hopelessly horrible as I fear it is.
I'm still kind of scared to look.
But I'm going to.
Did I mention I have a deadline for Temper now? June 14th. My crit partner and I set it. We're going to swap manuscripts on that date.
So I should probably crack open the word doc, eh? I've been a very naughty writer lately, ignoring the voices so well I managed to block them out completely and convince myself they left me. Now I've got to fight my way back in.
But I will. Because I have to.
Because the voices are back, and I don't think I'll be able to shake them off this time. The only way to get them out of my head is to get them onto paper.
So that's what I'll be doing.
All. Night. Long.