Currently, I’m working on more projects than I have ever done before (I gotta reach that goal of 10 books by 30). There are moments that stretch longer than they should, where I feel overwhelmed by what I’m doing. I have all these stories in my head that are not written down and that is what gets to me. I can only do one thing at a time!
But then I calm down knowing that there is nothing I can really do about it. Stressing means no work as opposed to some and as long as I keep notes of what I want to happen in my future stories then it’s going to be all ok.
But once I have my first draft down it becomes a wonderful feeling that a story is becoming whole. Then the rest of the work begins. Revising, editing, modifying, the time-sucking soul-destroying torture process that is another draft, whatever you want to call it beings. But that can be for another day as I have another story to word vomit all over my computer.