It’s good that my nights are filled with dreams about my new story. I hardly have time to work on it during the day. Writing to my dreams saves me the time of figuring the story out during the day—and then writing.
My days are consumed with the logistics of publishing Sparks. It’s a complicated dance where a mistake by any dancer could cause all the rest to fall, ruining the performance. More likely is that the choreographer–me–will make the error; I seem to be slipping off my feet a lot lately. Anyway, publishing Sparks is another wild ride, and as usual, I now know far more than I did when I started.
So where am I?
eBook conversion–happening now.