I would normally blog about something useful or something I learned etc. Tonight I’m just sad that I have to go back to a real job in the morning. How did I ever become a writer? It came completely out of left field and now it has a clamp on me and won’t let go.
That’s okay, because I love it. The only bad part is I want to spend everyday researching and planning, then bringing scenes to life. I want to see my name on the cover of a real book on a real bookstore display. I’m good and hooked.
Don’t get me wrong, I still say it will happen one way or the other. I just wish it would happen between now and 6:30 am!
Okay, enough whining, but that’s where I am right now. I’ll leave all the interesting notes I’ve gathered tonight and dream about them instead.
With love and murder,
Suza