There are too many people in my head right now and the only effective form of excorcism is to Finish The Book. I’ll be delivering a bunch of projects in a row, thank God, so that should ease the pressure up there.

Had an awful moment yesterday when I remembered a line I’d written recently and COULD NOT REMEMBER which bloody book it was in. (Miss Lonely Hearts, it turns out) Head is too full when I can’t keep things straight. Of course, this is why I have files of notes and scenes and potential scenes alongside the story, synopsis and blurb. Because I don’t trust my brain to hold it all.

If I start sounding a little incoherent as I approach the finish point (and then again and again), you’ll all know why. All these people need to go live someplace else!