My outside voices: Lily, right, and Jovie.
For years the characters of my novel have been tromping around my brain, telling me their stories and insisting I write them down. And for years I've been telling them to stop yelling and be patient. Half a book and two sweet (but somewhat bossy) little girls later, my characters are stuck in story purgatory, I now plead with actual people to stop yelling and be patient and I'm struggling to overcome a tremendous case of writer's guilt.
This blog will be all about my inside voices -- those characters whose tapping feet are full of impatience, those well-meaning nags who tell me there's not enough room in my brain for motherhood and writerhood and the loudest of the bunch -- the "why bothers"?
Oh yeah - and my inner Stewies: