Yet here I am - working! I forgot my promise to myself. Oct - December is crazy for this household. We have so many family birthdays in October, plus Halloween and half-term (school vacation). In November it's Bonfire Night, then my own birthday, then we're all getting ready for Christmas, and really... what the hell am I thinking when I decide to cram work in each year???

Of course, I would go mad if I didn't have a project in hand; if I wasn't writing. Of course, I'm determined to get Releasing The Wolf out for December (hopefully not at the expense of my sanity). 

61,871 words written, and I don't know if I can carry on tonight. I get so deeply embroiled in my own story. Not sure if that's good or not. I mean, when you go to the library and think you see one of your own characters walking about, you've got to be a bit loopy, right? (Yes, this happened to me a few days ago.) I am currently living the lives of six people through my words. That is crazy. Anyway ... I'm down to writing the final chapter. Not much left to go now...

When I wrote The Sands Of Time, it was like I actually did have a magic pen. It just flowed. I didn't have to think about it. Writing The Demon Bride is like repeatedly hitting my head against a brick wall, and I never see the wall coming. It's like writing with a Javelin pole - not a magic pen at all! There are bits in it that I LOVE, but about 15% of it, I'm not happy with. I keep having to rip it apart as I write it, then put it back together again. But then ...  maybe that has something to do with what the story's trying to tell. SIIIIIGGGGHH.