Great, now I’ve got Zach Efron singing in my brain. And doing….other things.
Okay, I can work with this.
Except I’m not writing about sex and steam right now. I’ve got a mystery to weave, and these next two chapters are critical. I’ve got a freaking spreadsheet full of details and I’ve charted out approximately which book and where within each book we find them in this 4-book story arc, and dammit, I don’t want to miss or overstate a one of them. They must be subtle.
And then my characters can have some sex.
Work first, then play.
Same for this author, so Netflix and I have to break up for a little while so I can get this done.
The sacrifices we make…
And Windsinger will be worth it – I promise!