Talking about writing can be fun. Hell, I love it.
But a year ago I realized that I needed to stop yapping so much and start tapping more. The keys, that is.
It’s lonely, hair-pulling work sometimes, but I had to keep my nose to the grindstone. No matter how much I wanted to chat and blab about my newest creation, I tried to refrain.
I know some people view writing novels as mystical shamanism channeled through the hair strands of a thousand muses. I don’t find it to be such. I absolutely adore it, yes, but it’s work.