Isha
Holy h*ll it’s three in the morning. I vaguely remember my guys coming to kiss me on my head to tell me goodnight. Dawson even cautioned me not to stay up too late, but I had been in the zone. Chapter after chapter, I banged out, and now I’m fifty chapters in and finally the voices in my head stopped talking. I guess they were as tired as I was.
I chuckled to myself. If I ever told my guys I hear my characters, and they actually yell at me until I get them down on paper, or in this case on my Google Docs, they’d probably lock me up, or tie me to a bed.
Hmmmm, tied to a bed. That would make a great scene. I picked up my phone and saw Ava was online.
I swear, how many words can be used to describe a c*ck?
My BFF Ava: Ummmm, I am guessing you are like me and have hit a writin
