You know, it was just a few days ago when I wrote about how disenchanted I was becoming with everything I was writing, had written, was thinking about writing…
      Today, I am excited again.
      Today, I am getting super-psyched about a character and I want to write about her. I want to tell the story of how she came to be in love with some alien entity from across space and time, about how she went a little mad when her father died, about how she loves her twin a smidgeon too much but not exactly in a Cersei/Jaime way, and about how vain and wild and wicked she can be.
      She sounds like such fun. Just writing up her generic background has a whole slew of ideas coursing through my mind and running out my fingertips.
      The main problem is… I’ve got two half-done novels (at least) to complete before I can let myself take on a new project. “Book Two” must be completed. Then “Code Name: Home” and “CN Brink: ” and then… oh Lord… its overwhelming how many ideas I’ve got. And they’re all jacked up – waiting for me to complete “Inferno”.
      What a bad girl I am – neglecting that sequel for so long. Its a good thing I’m not published yet… Oy vey.
      I’m not ready for that stress.
      I mean, I am.
      But, not.
      Totally not.
      I have too many ideas and too little follow-through. I’m a slacker. A bad writer. A terrible person. WAAAAH!
      But like my weight-loss goals, I know I can achieve my writing ones as well.
      So thank you, dorkily (temporarily) named Nyx Luxbane, you have restored my creative juice flow.
      Kinky.

Note: Image is “Night and Day” by (mckenna71) from SXC.hu