Don’t let the title fool you. I don’t have my ducks in a row….the buggers are running a muck all over the place.
I’m still having a hard time believing that I am an author. Ya, I have a series out, and people seem to like it. I have several more stories that are finished, and there are some partial ones. My head is full of ideas and I’m always spinning a tale or two. But I still struggle.
Writing, believe it or not, is the easy part. I love closing off my reality and immersing myself in the worlds I create. In them, I am the supreme ruler (okay, the characters are, but I can come up with a few ‘accidents’ should the need arise)
But, writing is only half of the picture. The other half, the one that tends to get away from me, are the social obligations I now have. I guess people want to know what’s going on, they want a peak into the world of an author. This both thrills me and baffles me. I’m no one important, not really. So, I tend to let things slide and I watch as my little ‘ducklings’ waddle off and I think: gee, aren’t they the cutest things ever? Then, reality hits and I’m scrambling to catch up to them.
I could promise that I’ll get better, but it would be a lie (a big fat one) because it takes a lot of prodding and bugging to get me to come back to reality (LOL) to be honest, chasing after ducklings can be fun 😜