I've said it before I know but sometimes the things that go on inside my head makes me want to run around in there with duct tape and plastering it across the mouths of these misbehaving characters.
Now they have me up against a wall having this story go someplace that it just shouldn't. Come on. What are they trying to do? Do they really want to scare the pants off people that bad and fill them with really horrific scenes. Of course they do.
Now what is going on in my head is bad enough but the few people I've talked to about it, while I try hard not to give too much away, are going do it, do it, do it. So now I have the voices telling me to write it the way they want and the people who know me going Cathy you have to do it. They are actually jumping up and down to find out what it really is about. People I wasn't telling you this to try and sell a book I was trying to get the voice of reason from somewhere. It breaks my heart that my friends have deserted me for the fictitious characters running around playing havoc inside my head. Is there no one on my side? Oh the pain of it all.
Mostly I think they just want me to hurry up so they can read the damn thing. Well all I can say is don't come back to me going why didn't you warn me. I damn well tried. This one is on their heads.
I wish that these characters would try to stay out of trouble. Good Lord people try taking up basket weaving or something.
If anyone knows the number for the direct line to the guys with the little white coats please send it to me. I could use a nice long rest and maybe some piece and quiet. Hey Ali you should have that number how about sharing with a girl. Oh just so you know it isn't because she needs it for herself but she has connections. What does she say to me? Shut up and keep writing. Thanks girlfriend.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?