My writing brain is like a web browser with too many tabs open.
One of them tends to play some song that will inevitably get stuck in my head and I can’t figure out which tab it is…!
Rachel and I had made a pact to have the next draft of one of our manuscripts ready for the other to read through by October first. So far, we’ve been failing at that.
We did really well during the first week (at least half of it, anyway), working on our drafts for an hour each day, but then Rachel’s day job started up again and I’m driving our younger cousins in the morning to school (I don’t wake up that easily… I used to, but not anymore), and the draft just dissipated from our schedules.
I was really going to buckle down and try to get a move on with this novel, but then my brain was like, “HEY, what about this idea about modern magic instead? You should type it up and send it to the next writer’s group meeting! Or what about this one about dragons…?”
My writing projects are so sporadic.