The people in my head are talking to me.
Sometimes they have a lot to say and sometimes they go quiet for months on end. Sometimes what I had planned for them and what they actually do, are completely different things.
Okay. I lied. They always do whatever they want and run the show and I'm left sputtering and trying to catch up.
I have five other stories in the making and my utterly chaotic approach to this madness is to listen to whoever is speaking the loudest. Sometimes it works. And sometimes the people I did not listen to, get mad and stop talking to me altogether.
And I get easily distracted. But this is perfectly normal, so don't go on calling in for back-up just yet.
No straight jacket needed either. It's all good. I promise.
Oh look! The unicorn spaceship just landed on my backyard.