I woke up at 1:30 am and I was wide awake. So I looked out the window at the stars and the overly bright moon and I knew I had to write.

Problem is, I had to write the story that’s three stories away from what I’m working on right now. I’m knee deep in Someday In Dublin, working on a non-fiction book under another pen name, and piecing together a novella due out April 1st.

This story shouldn’t be a priority. But the night was dark and magical, the stars were shining, and the fact is, this story is about a girl in the desert who sings stories to the stars. The mood was there and ideas were flickering and I would have been a fool not to take advantage of it.

By the same token, now that story is overtaking my brain because I allowed it to unfurl and now I need to clip its wings and get back to work on Someday In Dublin or it’ll never get done.

This writer thing….very frustrating sometimes.

Back to work.