The Voices In My Head Are Pouting

Vlad is sulking. I can feel him at the base of my skull, slumped against the bone there, shoulders brought up in a huff, his dark eyes darting around his inner sanctum. He's anxious for me to begin revisions. I could hear him stomping around in there last night. "What's a few days anyway?"

No wonder people think I'm crazy. Who else talks about their characters like they're real people, let alone placing them inside their skull like some twisted form of a jack-o-lantern? Well, crazy I may be, but it's gotten me this far.

I'm still reading, still devouring page after page of the last Harry Potter and when I'm not doing that, I'm going through my crit partner's manuscript (which is fabulous, but shh! I'm not telling her just yet) and attempting to soothe Vlad, who is just as impatient as I am about most things.

Soon, my dear Vladimir, soon. November 6th and EGB revisions aren't that far off. Find a shred of patience and cling to it. Honestly, I think taking a month long break from writing has been the most challenging thing I've ever done. I can feel Vlad shifting around like a cat, anxious to sit down with me and tell me a bit more about himself, but I must resist.

And I must think of a more interesting, less self-involved blog entry for tomorrow.