The Voices in My Head

There are characters in my head and they are talking. I have only this week finished the gabillionth third draft of my young adult novel and already these new characters are pestering me. One of them keeps jumping on his chair to make his point. "Go away," I tell him. "I have revisions to do, a house to sell, kids to raise, and I have to learn to swim more than two laps at a time before I try to finish a triathlon this summer." The other character speaks softly but she keeps looking at me like she expects better from me than to be told to go away so I can mow my lawn.

The worst part is, they're funny, these two. And their story, I think, is really silly and fun to write.

Sigh. It will be so embarrassing to be all alone, swimming breast stroke across Lake Michigan, while thousands of other triathletes are already on their bikes and out of sight...