That’s what it’s like inside my head.
To my surprise, I’m a whiny, scared, baby, crazy person, can’t sleep, weirdo-pants.
Maybe that’s why you love me.
Why am I crazy? Oh a totally normal thing, lining up an editor for my book. But this isn’t a surprise anymore. The super crazy came out when I was getting beta reads back, or reading my book through, or typing “The End,” or letting that first person read my book.
And each and every time, I was that lady up there, inside my head, losing my marbles.
I guess when I really want something- the words inside my head look like this:
“sakdjflakjdfl;akdjfl;akdjfl;adjflakdjfla;kdjfladjkfl;kejopibhnlkcnvalkduopiweutolghaldkfjlerweopghalkjsdfaddf.”
Oh does that not look like words? That’s because I can’t form any sounds outside of my anxiety shrieking.
Anyhoo, These Lying Eyes is going to an editor. Hopefully an amazing one. This Betraying Flesh is about 1/4 of the way into drafts, and a sneaky side book has three chapters so far.
Maybe some day, my crazy will go into decline. But that’s not something I anticipate anytime soon. *sad face*
~Amanda
Amanda A. Allen 