I wrote another story, a short-short thing, and submitted it yesterday. The Derbyshire story is still out for reading. I spent a lot of last night working out another story to add to the other one I’ve already got planned out and was going to start next. And another novel – actually, Evonne and I brainstormed that one, and it’s a really fucking great idea, so…may as well give credit early where it is due.
And today I’m back to work on the novel I need to deliver. It’s weird, all of a sudden, I can’t stop writing. If do for a day or so, I get antsy – not guilty, not depressed, not bad stressed, I wanna stressed.
This is not normal. I think I may be coming down with something.