What the muse doesn’t get is that I don’t work well in utter chaos. She keeps throwing these enticing bits and pieces from all over the story at me in no particular order, and I get mired. I know roughly what insights and changes need to happen in my charas, but I need to work them out sequentially. These things have reasons and consequences, ya know?
“Lighten up!” she tells me. “Don’t be so anal about order.” I can feel her derision. “You’re supposed to be the creative type.” I swear, one day I WILL strangle her. I’m writing chapter 3, for krissake; I might be available for a bit of sexy stuff in 4, but stop dangling fucking chapter 16 scenes in front of me; I ain’t there yet.
