The Itch

I only completed my latest novella, GWM Wanted, late Tuesday night. I spent most of yesterday editing it and working on the final line edits for my December release, Pyromancer. I was thinking of taking the weekend off, giving my brain a chance to rest before I shit gears and go back to working on Secrets & Lies, another work in progress that's due to my editor soon.

Unfortunately, the itch to write, to weave little fibers of mental images into a story is already gnawing at the back of my mind. I found myself reaching for notebooks and doodling random thoughts on my characters while I was watching Project Runway last night.

Sometimes I wonder what I did before I started this journey as a writer. It's almost a compulsion for me now -- like an addiction. It's an odd sensation-- a little speck of a thought or idea that demands for you to stop everything and write it down before it disappears into the great black hole of forgetfulness.

So, I'm off to write.