The voices in my head...a literary odyssey

The voices in my head are really beginning to drive me slightly mad.
I MUST finish Wind Goddess in the next couple of weeks. But Earth Goddess keeps intruding. Nice little dialogue. Scenes that keep popping up in my head. Sheesh
Then there's WATS. Now that one's lovely. And I have this training scene that I need to work on. AFTER Wind Goddess. *eye roll*
Then there's this fantastic idea for SWTWC. Oh sure. It's fabulous. Seriously. Imaginative. Fun. And Paranormal, of course.
And I've even jotted down a lovely paragraph dialogue for TW. Because the damn story will NOT get out of my head!!!
I'm telling you. I need to charge rent or something. Everything's just crowding in and driving me crazy.
CRAZY!!!
But wait...there's more.
I have a short story I planned on submitting to Amazon Shorts that's halfway done. I stopped in the middle of a sex scene. Sorry, Mac.
And I have the first chapter of another Paranormal.
For the love of God.
So that's what's boucing around above the shoulders. Carry on a normal conversation? I couldn't possibly. I'm too busy refereeing the voices in my head.
Grins*

40,000 words? No problem

Yes, my lovelies. I've done it again.
How is it that I can paint myself into a literary corner and then write like my ass is on fire? I think it's a sickness, personally. Kind of like waiting until the last minute in high school Science to boil a chicken bone. Draw a diagram. Glue said chicken bone on the diagram in the right place. Then write a report about it.
*sigh*

So that's how the weekend will unfold. Gotta go get some food today after work to keep the chickens occupied. Have a buttload of movies for them to peruse at their leisure. And me? I'll be writing Wind Goddess and smiling/cursing. *grins*

Had lunch with the Mama today. Burgers down the street. I love my mom. She's good stuff. And funny as hell without meaning to be. Case in point: We discuss all three chickens and their academics and personality. Oldest and baby chicken are having no academic problems in school. Middle chicken is making my eye twitch over her Science grade. (Yes. It's that horrid.) And Mom says, "Does she have ADT?" Meaning, in Momspeak, ADD.
lmao
I rolled.
No, I explain. She's got l-a-z-y. *eye roll*

And now...the picture of the perfect man:



Of course...he's completely fictional.
Grins*