My muse has mistaken me for a butterfly

Although … it might think I’m a bee. Or possibly a humming bird.
So far, my last few weeks have sort of gone like this:

Critique.
Rewrite a bit of Golden Dawn.
Write some of The Gems of Thardrandia.
Write some of DOW.
Think about Witch of Morthin.
Rewrite a bit of Golden Dawn.
Critique.
Write some of DOW.
Go back to critiquing.
Rewrite a bit of Golden Dawn.
Scrap The Gems of Thardrandia’s first chapter, split into two scenes and rewrite the first from another pov.
Tinker with Anubis’ Handmaiden.
Write some of DOW.
Critique.
Write some of DOW.
Stare at The Gems of Thardrandia, then remember I’ve got something to critique.
Critique it.
Rewrite a bit of Golden Dawn.
Stare at the blank page that is DOW’s second chapter and move on to vaguely outline chapter’s three to nine (then eleven, twenty-one to twenty-three. Don’t ask. -_-).
Critique.
Finish rewriting Golden Dawn. (Happy dancing time!)
Think about Aelfah.
Critique.
Finish writing DOW’s first chapter.
Stare at The Gems of Thardrandia, then remember I’ve got something to critique.
Critique it. (Do you see a pattern here?)
Look at Crimson Night instead and tinker with the prologue.
Write some of The Gems of Thardrandia.
Critique.
Finish writing The Gems of Thardrandia’s first chapter. (5k, whoo!)
Critique.
Critique. >_>
Write some of The Gems of Thardrandia.

Looky the pretty cover.

As you can see, I’ve been flitting from story to story (and some of them aren’t even mine), getting only a little actual writing done. It happens every time I finish a story. Last time, I was able to squeeze Golden Dawn’s first draft our before it was trampled by its sequels and Dragon.
Ultimately, only Golden Dawn has gotten anywhere. Now the rewrite is finished, the story sits at just under 51,000 words (400 words under, so I guess 51k is its rounded number now). Quite the jump seeing the original was 28,000 words. Hopefully, the extra words have smoothed out the problems my CPs found as it has some resubmits in its future. I get all fuzzy thinking about that. Must not dwell or I’ll jinx it. That has led to some major fluffing about, giving me nice things like that image there.

But I cannot stop the whirring going on in my head. So back to the flitting I go. Bouncing between The Gems of Thardrandia, Crimson Night and DOW.
All of them are sequels, the first story has been begging for a rewrite for years, the second one is in need of a rewrite to match the first in the trilogy, while the last is a shiny new story that just sits there and begs. Period. That’s a problem as I’ve very little plot for DOW and whole lot of garbage floating up to fill it. Fortunately, old and plotted is trumping the new and half-baked right now.

Then again, Crimson Night only needs a rewrite and DOW just needs to have the blanks filled in. Whereas The Gems of Thardrandia requires a major plotting overhaul to match the rules of The Rogue King and, if the first story is any judge, will likely reach 230,000 words. So how is it that I wound up writing The Gems of Thardrandia? Don’t ask me. It’s been floating about in my head for years, guess it wanted out.

On the other hand, Anubis’ Handmaiden is a new story character-wise, and Aelfah and Witch of Morthin are both old stories left on the backburner. They nag me from time to time, whenever I come close to finishing a story.

It’s official. I either need more of me or I need to stop sleeping and use that time to write. Otherwise I’m going to end up writing about a bunch of lizardmen vampires who are really Egyptian gods kidnapping the MC after her wedding while on a trip to destroy their mother/father and possibly the world with it. >_>