write a book

Got a lot done so far today. Lookin’ good, lookin’ good. But school starts back up in a couple of weeks, and I’ve got three studio classes, which means no free time ever again. Also these are books two and eight. . . shouldn’t I be starting with book one? You moron.

I’ve got to collect all of the loose bits and pieces of this story that are tucked into nearly every drawer or scribbled on the last pages of all of my notebooks. I’m afraid that if I don’t get it all organized, my poor characters are going to get impatient, come to life, and kill me in my sleep. ‘Cuz they’ve been waiting for years, and they’re gettin’ cranky. Also I think I might’ve killed some of them. Which makes them angry.