I was going to take a break and just focus on writing. I mean, I finally finished the castle floor plans last night and can move past that block. But this series just keeps nagging at my thoughts.
It’s been a ride. I’m tired. I’m worn out. I’m screaming hopelessly into the void with Mac. I’m hanging on for the pockets of success. Her little victories. The assurances of the author that there is hope and rainbows coming. Besides, I can’t leave now.
When I pulled book number five from the shelf, I smiled. This is the cover that drew me in. The new release that called to me from that tiny, one room library all those years ago. Twelve, it’s been twelve years. I can hardly believe everything that has occurred in that time.
So here I go. Into the fray with Mac, while ensuring my own characters don’t get bored waiting for me. Anyone else have a room in your head where all your characters hangout? Like a green room? Can’t just be me.
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 