Well inevitably it has happened again.
I was in the middle of the edit for the story I was so hot and heavy for last weekend and suddenly I heard a new voice in my head. He was very insistent. He had a story to tell and he wanted me to get it all down.
I tried explaining to him that Finn had my attention right then. But he didn't like it. He explained his name was Cutter and his story was important too, and if I would just pay attention for a few minutes I would understand.
I tried turning up the music. He didn't like what I was listening to. Suddenly the music that had inspired my last writing frenzy was not good enough. He suggested something else. Grudgingly I changed the music.
That was not a good idea. Because it was like opening a flood gate and suddenly I couldn't shut Cutter up. He wanted to tell me his story and he wasn't going to leave me alone until I listened. To the whole thing.
My listening process involves a keyboard so I was up until the wee hours of the morning "listening" to Cutter. (Who by the way is actually very charming, when he is not being so pigheaded.) I was only able to condense it into about 5300 words, and even as I write this post this morning and get ready for my work day he is still at it; trying to get my attention. He even offered up chocolate. That is just so unfair.
So now I have this long day in front of me, where I have work I need to complete and a hero in my head-a really hot one-who is not going to rest until he thinks I have a good handle on his story.