Yes, a squishy-faced wax lion. No, I'm not crazy....
Glorious, I say!
Of course, whenever there is a feeling of glory present while writing, doom almost always follows—doom in the form of a bajillion plot monkeys. (Excuse me, wax lions!) Wax lions, like plot monkeys, are chatty, and they never fail to simultaneously say:
“You’ll never get rid of all of us.”
Naturally, when this happens, my reaction is this:
Until their chatter completely overwhelms me, that is. Then it’s this:
(This post isn’t exactly a complaint. I’ve been wanting to work on another book or two alongside CM, since I’ve long-learned that I am more productive when writing a couple WIPs at once. The problem, though, is that there’s more than just a couple WIPs trying to nab my attention. Waaaaay more. And they’re all so loud, which makes it harder to decide which ones I should concentrate on. Oh, the woes of a writer….)