Before I started writing if there were voices inside my head I could just ignore them and go on with my life. Everything was good, well at least most of the time. You know you have occasional psychotic breaks, pull a little hair out of the top of your head, maybe curse some poor unsuspecting clerk in a donut shop over how they package your chocolate covered delights but you manage to keep from killing anyone, destroying someone else's property and overall keep your happy ass out of jail. It's a win win for everyone.
Then I started writing. Boy have things changed. Now the little buggers won't shut their traps, they are forever nagging at me, and I no longer know who is telling the damn story, me or them.
Each time I start a new book I think I have a handle on this and this will go my way. Does that happen? NOOOOO. They almost immediately start putting in their two cents, or in this case $20.00, worth. Now with one or two characters that's bad enough but when you have a cast of characters that could fill the roster for any sports team with just as many egos and problems you have issues. One wants you to tell it one way but you have three over here going no it's this was, and then four or five in the corner over there wanting you to tell it another. Oh shut up over there this is my blog and I'm telling this one the way I want. Sorry about that but they even want to get in on this. Anyway as I was saying they are all divas and they want to muddy the waters at every turn.
Now with my latest book these thing has gone so far off the track from where I had originally planned on it going that I don't think it in any way resembles what I set out to write. Oh shut up and go stick your head in an oven. Again sorry about that. One of them is trying to tell me their version is much better than what I was going to do.
I think I have lost what little sense of humor I once had and now am crazy as a loon and expect the guys with the little white coats to show up at my door any day. I understand that other writers have the same problem because we talk about it. Yes they are real and not in my head, yes Deb and Shants I'm talking about you. Shants is still working on her first adult story, get your heads out of the gutter I just mean for grown ups and not kids, while Deb is an established author and a damn good one. I won't mention her name here because I don't want you to think she like me and has more than one screw loose, or as my new phrase goes 'a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set". I will at a later date give you her complete name and a title or two from her books for you to check out. She's worth it. She is also a very amazing lady.
Anyway to get back to what I was saying, there are advantages to this dealing with the voices in my head. I have not had the desire to kill anyone lately except in my books, I am completely happy to allow others to enjoy their things without me throwing a hammer at anything and I haven'y cursed any donut shop clerks. Of course that last one could be because I have been in a donut shop in a while. Having to prick your finger three times a day deters me from doing that. Also, knock on wood, I haven't made it to any institution that requires bars, at least not as a guest. Let's keep it that way thank you very much.
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?