What I should be doing: writing Amplifier 5. You know, the book I’ve been working on since 2020.  

What I’m actually doing: writing a prequel short for a new (urban fantasy, portal fantasy?) universe. 

I really don’t know what is wrong with me. Aka why can’t I focus on what I’m supposed to be writing? Other than being in constant pain, of course.

Michael says I should be happy that I feel like writing anything at all while recovering from major surgery. Unfortunately for me, logic rarely counters fretful anxiety aka the shoulds that I allow to build up in my beleaguered brain. But … I must admit, there is always truth in the ‘focus on new words’ idea … writing is a balm for just about anything, so … maybe I should listen to Michael (this one time only). LOL

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Have no idea what I’m talking about? I shared the ‘first words’ I wrote for Waypoint 42 in the Muse is Not Monogamous in April 2021. Also, there is a huge hint about this upcoming project in Burgundy’s Moments of the Adept Universe 1 novelette. Did you catch it?

Me: Okay, I’ve given my brain (and foot) a rest, time to write. Time to work on Archivist 2. It’s going to be fun and the ending kicks ass. Hard.

Also me: Totally. See I have my notebooks and I’ve skimmed the paradigm/outline. I’m going to write all the words today. And be more playful. I like the idea of being a bit more playful … Oooo, what about that idea I had about the new series/universe?

Me: Well, jot down a few notes, then get back to Archivist 2.

Also me: [two hours pass]: I have a complete origin story and a basic outline for the beginning of book one.

Me: Book 1??? I’m supposed to be writing Archivist 2! And if not, then Amplifier 5, or Misfits 2, or … or …

Also me: And now I need to reread Hitchhiker’s Guide to the –

Me: WTF??!! No.

Also me: But there are these fun touchbacks to –

Me: Absolutely not.

Also me: Lunch time! I promised I’d make sandwiches for Michael. *whispers* And in the afternoons I’m allowed to work on whatever I want, rules are rules.

Me: *inarticulate screaming*

Well … at least I’m writing something.