With all those cameras, you'd think someone had a clue...

I hate it when my plans all go awry. As a writer, it especially pisses me off when my characters go off on tangents without my approval (or giving me a head’s up… what the hell, Tori? Your story’s been told already) and force me to change direction with something I’m working on.

Or when, more often than not, my writing schedule changes because my work schedule had been in flux for the past six months.

I’ve been battling a cold off and on for the past week, and combined with 60+ hours of work, my writing schedule has hit the wall. I’m glad I’m not participating in NaNoWriMo this year, because I’d be horribly left behind. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I thought about it in October, but decided that I don’t have the time or energy to work on a novel. I have too many short stories due, one of which, In the Shadow of Paradise, is back in the publisher’s hands after some minor tweaking. I forgot to mention just what Ponce de Leon is doing while having him do it. Whoops. Glad the editor caught that. Somehow I forgot to mention this in all the craziness in hell.

I was reminded by another editor tonight that The Cold still needs to be finished. Yeah, work makes me forget things. I have time tonight to work on it so once this is updated I’ll get to work on that. Then time to finish A Promise Made, then… hmm. No more short stories due for the rest of the year.

I swear, people, I’m working on more books for you to buy! I promise!