Back to my insane characters

Finally recovering, thanks to a great VA doctor; she tells it like it is, without using sugar.

At last, I'm leaping off the writing cliff , diving head first back into my prequel and sequel books.

My memoir is easier, because of my flawed memory after living my life.

I've completed the opening scenes for both prequel and sequel.  Just starting to add the endings in both books.  After that comes the grind of filling in the middle, with the daily cursing, joys, frustrations, laziness, anger, and satisfaction.  Journeying to another dimension, crossing the Oval Universe in an endless Intergalactic War.  Stubbornly wrestling with my creations; trying to keep them on a short lease.  And having the good sense of releasing them when they break off on their own.  Going and doing things I never anticipated or condoned during book-birthing.  [Is that a word?]

Once these books are done, the reader can, if needed, fasten their seat-belts to survive the turbulence.  Going mentally to places they may not want to visit.  Becoming part of the scenes, rooting for their favorite characters, and hissing in hate at unethical, sneaky antagonists.  My final hope is my readers got an emotional release or flash of inspiration after closing the book.  We'll see

Will keep this blog informed.