Peace

Apparently writing a long story is a good way to get all your voices to sit down, shut up, and just stare at you.

For the last two - ok, three - months, I haven't heard so much as a peep. Occasionally if I go seeking them, I can find them, but none of them offer up much on their own. It's frustrating state of affairs.

I keep trying to start the next part of the series - the book about Camilla and Scot - but I'm no longer convinced that it's enough to really warrant its own actual novel. I suppose I should stop whining and just write it ... see what happens.

Of course, if I were sane, normal, and actually interested (as opposed to scared to death) to get a book published, I would finish edits on the first book ... *pauses and considers that idea* No no ... That would be too sane for me. I think I'll stick to my first thought and make yet another start on the second book.