I’m friends with lots of authors. And recently I discovered some are more scattered than others.
Frightfully, I, Eliza March, am one of them. My new series proves it. My mind is a frightening place to visit. An amusement park, a video game, an alternative world… Yup, it’s crazy being me.
I always believed I was an organized person. And I am on the outside, but on the inside, I’m a roiling kettle of witches brew–a bit if this and a bit of that. Is it possible that as you get older your mind wanders because you have so much to think about? All the unfinished business you haven’t completed?
I don’t know about the rest of my friends, but I’ve got about six or more almost-ready to publish books on my desktop, and more running around in my head. It would be easier just to become a storyteller–parts of all my ideas and just go from town to town, customizing tales everywhere you go…
Speaking of tales or tails, if you haven’t started reading my new books in the As the Chair Turns series…think about it. I have the fourth novella almost ready to publish. And since it’s a serial, an ongoing story, written in satisfying installments that you can start reading anywhere…I recommend you start in the beginning. Delia, Frankie, and friends are a hoot.