Still, when he showed up, it was like nothing had changed. He bothered me like crazy.. even called me Moose once. And, as I was explaining a story to Jenna, we got into a fight.
Horrible, awful, dreadful... isn't it?
I've been creating. Writing parts of Book Three, taking outline notes for future books, editing parts of back burner stories, even making formatting…
Part of me so desperately wants to be "writing again", claiming the active identity of writer and author. Another part of me is screaming out in…
I'm in a very weird space of "in-between" right now. Not totally done with marketing for Book Two, but also already wanting to move on…