J.T. Ellison, New York Times Bestselling Author

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11.27.13

They call this writing thing controlled psychosis for a reason. Sometimes, if you're very lucky, the Muse grants you access to another plane, where the voices speak in your head with such ferocity the only thing you can do is open the manuscript and type, in a trance, the words you hear, from the invisible people. Truly, if we were on a street corner speaking aloud, we'd be considered mentally ill. Hell, we all probably are, anyway. I mean really, who but a delusional writer could possibly think the words we put down on the page might be enjoyed by a total stranger?

Happily, more than one of us suffer from these delusions, as my to be read pile (bookshelves) can attest.

So back to the disembodied voices - it happened to me today. A completely new voice, from an already established character. She stood up and waved, and when I ignored her, she started to speak. Insistently. So I wrote down her words, 1000 of them, the true beginning of her story, and I think it actually enhances the book. Weirdness. Lovely weirdness. Maybe it's kitty magic. They were draped around my neck purring whilst it happened. 

And I'm all excited - I'm getting an early Christmas present this weekend, too. Darling hubby is reconfiguring my laundry room, so I'l actually have room to maneuver, and we can turn part of it into a second pantry, for the oversized goods. This is a multi-step project, mostly because in order to make it just right, we need one of those gucci stackable front-loading washer and dryer units, and since my regular ones work just fine (15 years and counting) there's no need to spend the money on the über-cool ones. The room is weird, the dryer five feet back from the washer. So we're painting, and taking down the much too wide side shelving, which impedes my ability to get to the dryer, and removing the hideous wall of peg board that's ripping away from the drywall. Hurrah! Baby steps, but it will go a long way to making the room functional. Plus - a nice big box goes to Goodwill, of things we no longer need.  (Thanks, babe! It WILL rock my world!)

I'm hoping to get in at least an hour of writing tomorrow before the turkey festivus commences, since I feel like there's a roll starting. Wish me luck, eat lots of turkey, and may all blessings be upon you and yours as we celebrate our Thanksgiving. Ours, and the unseen who populate our brains....