It’s taken me 26k words to finally feel at home with the boys of The Clockwise Heart.
No awkwardness remains.
I can drop one of my mind-blowingly twisted situations in their laps, walk out of the room to grab a cold one and know they’ll handle the newest kink in the plot all on their own.
By the time I get back to the couch with my beer, the boys will have hogtied the craziness, shoved it under the coffee table and gotten back to bantering over the game.
Ahh! Home, sweet home for a writer… Isn’t it weird?