Turquoise. Carrie. David. Mr. Big. Kimberly. Veronica. Sean.
All characters from my Expired Reality series. All friends I haven’t spoken with in a while.
It’s not that I haven’t wanted to speak with them. I’ve just been…busy. Life has – as it is so good at doing – interrupted the muse countless number of times. Instead of taking my evenings to write after using my long days to work on the publishing company, I instead find my energy drained, my motivation lacking, and my muse dead and dried up like a tumbleweed.
“I’ll write tomorrow night.”
“I’ll write at my Thursday night writing meetings.”
“I’ll use NaNoWriMo to catch up.”
At first, they complained. My characters – each one of them – found a way to voice their concern over my negligence, either through barraging my thoughts late at night when I’m trying to sleep, or forcing me into daydreams while I’m driving when I can’t do any writing. They tried to get my attention. They tugged at my shirt like my five-year-old son does when he has a question and wants to make sure he has my full attention before he asks it.
And then the voices died. Now there’s just silence – and the memory of the characters I left behind so long ago.
I’m sure they’re still there. I just have to navigate the fog to find them.
Over the course of the next year, I will be working on the third volume in my Expired Reality series. It’s been eleven years coming, but late is better than never.
In the meantime, grab the first and second book – and the novella.