It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving.
We made it.
Since I woke up this morning, the voices in my head* have been incessant.
“Are you going to write more of the Trickster story today? I like that one.”
“Whatever happened to your vampires? Are you going to write the M/M/M story for them?”
“When are you going back to Al and Denny? We love Al and Denny!”
“Mmm….yes. We love the elves.”
I’m thankful it’s over, and I finally have the peace of mind to write.
After catching Squirtles at Water Works, I’m sitting down to write the Trickster story. I also wrote my three-plus daily journal pages on the vampires today.
While peace of mind has been a long time coming, I am also thankful for each of you. Thank you for being my friends, my readers, and my inspiration. Thank you for being wonderful, awesome, beautiful, and sometimes ugly, mean, and squick-worthy. In the end, you have inspired my art. Story without conflict is boring. Every villain thinks he is the hero. We are all in this together, but some people are better loved from afar.
Today, I’m hanging out with the people I love most: the ones in my head.
*The voicees also have names (and accents – don’t forget the accents), but I don’t want to end up in the insane assylum for naming them Freddie and Jim, so let’s pretend I didn’t say that, shall we?