I’m not sure if it is due to lack of sleep- I’ve not slept through the night in well over a week- or if the voices in my head are feeling the pull of spring, but I’ve been getting so many new ideas that I’m finding it hard to keep up. My current manuscript is speaking nonstop-not complaining there. The follow-up book to what I’m working on is so loud that, on more than one occasion I’ve had to stop and write a scene or chapter for that book, so much so that I have already wrote the epilog for the second book. Now after a
meeting with a friend in the business, my mind is racing with storyline ideas for several other manuscripts. Wouldn’t it be great if I could clone myself and dictate to each of the cloned me’s the story they need to be working on? Surely, if they were all cloned from me, they too would hear the voices. Maybe, I could make one of the cloned ones eat right and exercise. Of course-at least in my mind- that would benefit us all.
I may have to explain all the extra “me’s” to my hubby, but something tells me he wouldn’t complain much. Unless by chance we are all moody at the same time, to which he’d have to decide which one to console. Of course if he knows what is good for him
it had better be the “real” me as I am the “original” and also the one who would control the others.
For now, since there is only one of me, I guess I will end my ramblings and get back to work. The voices in my head are calling and at least one of me needs to answer the call…
meeting with a friend in the business, my mind is racing with storyline ideas for several other manuscripts. Wouldn’t it be great if I could clone myself and dictate to each of the cloned me’s the story they need to be working on? Surely, if they were all cloned from me, they too would hear the voices. Maybe, I could make one of the cloned ones eat right and exercise. Of course-at least in my mind- that would benefit us all.
I may have to explain all the extra “me’s” to my hubby, but something tells me he wouldn’t complain much. Unless by chance we are all moody at the same time, to which he’d have to decide which one to console. Of course if he knows what is good for him
it had better be the “real” me as I am the “original” and also the one who would control the others.
For now, since there is only one of me, I guess I will end my ramblings and get back to work. The voices in my head are calling and at least one of me needs to answer the call…