Turn away, and look elsewhere. I’m warning you, it’s a mess in here. My desk is divided with stacks of real life work (I’m freelance writer with clients that want their work turned around when they want it, despite my desire to be sitting there writing fiction,) and stacks of whatever tidbits of research I’ve found that will help in developing authenticity for the novel I’m writing. Like every other writer on the planet, I wish I could spend all day with my characters and plot developments, augmented by copious amounts of chocolate. But reality is complicated. Still, all those papers, all those scribbled notes, and those snippets of conversation between characters in my head (always at the most unfortunate time,) are an important thread in my life. They’re pulling me to the dream I’ve always longed to fulfill, and Praise God!, I do get to have time to write fiction. And the craziest thing of all, is that readers are opening my books and staying with my stories. I’ve met people in the grocery store, church, civic meetings, and restaurants who’ve told me they liked the Big Inch and when was the sequel coming out.This is like throwing gasoline on a fire. I’m so excited about what’s to come with this writer’s life, and I hope you’ll stick with me for the journey.