A Writer’s Life

Seems like everyone is thinking about writing these days.

Over at Gaiman’s site, Neil talks about that sleepwalker-like mood that sets in when the work starts to hum along on its own.

And this is a fairly good representation of what it’s like when you’re responsible to a bunch of extra people living inside your head.

(For what it’s worth, I’m at a point now where the teakids have finally realized that they’re probably going to have to wash dishes to pay for their waffles. What they don’t know is that, back in the kitchen, there’s a dragon waiting for them…)