It's Tuesday. It seriously felt like a long long monday the last two days. I'm living with wild animals, it was like they escaped from a zoo today- uncaged, rampaging around the house. I'm crunching cheerios underfoot, removing papers glued to our ceramic topped table with chocolate milk
I have heard authors say that they see the whole story they are writing, and their characters, playing out in their minds. Seriously? Who the heck has time for that? I can't even stay on topic in my own mind long enough to make up a grocery list, let alone dream up an entire world and characters.