Another day, another chapta.

Still plugging away on my newest book.

I love my characters. I think I might be mental, the way that my characters become a part of me, and a part of my life. It's almost as if they exist for real. I know everything about them. I know the ins and outs and innerworkings of their minds, and their tastes and styles...

But they don't really exist.

That doesn't stop me from hearing their voices, their dialogue, inside my head. It goes and goes and goes while I sit and listen, trying to remember it all when I (finally) sit down at the computer. I'm either wildly creative, or I am partially schitzophrenic.

I am thinking a little of both.

Brooke Moss.