Recently I explained where I got my ideas from.  (Something about magical fairy aliens sprinkling them on my idea like pixie dust.  Don't sue me, Disney.)  I was thinking about the book I'm wrapping up now.  It's the second book in a series.  I don't think there will be a third one, but I won't say it for sure.

The first one, Sea of Dreams, is now free on Amazon.  On B&N.  And on Smashwords.  (Sorry to my UK fans.  I'll post it as soon as they catch up to the free price.)  Hopefully people will read the first one, become hopelessly hooked, and move on to the second one, Mountains of Dreams.

This is the one I'm trying to finish.

But I have so much help.

I put earphones on.  Someone comes up to me and stands there, looking at me.  LOOKING at me.  Silently willing me to look back, until I am compelled to do so.  Resistance, as the Borg are inclined to say, is futile.


This is part of the perils of writing on the weekend.  But it wasn't done yet.
 
 So not done yet.   I wanted to write, yet....   But it wasn't just them.   You'd think I could get a few sentences in there somewhere.  But no-oooh.   Still not done.   And thus I gave up for the day.