A couple years back, I switched from writing mostly mysteries and thrillers to writing mostly science fiction (or fantasy, depending on the day.) And I love the sense of community, and the positivity, and the imagination. Thrillers were fun, but there’s a darkness there that wasn’t all that fun to live with.

My insecurities right now? Well… as always, I’m mired in my revision, but I’m down to single-digit chapters on my revision to-do list. I’ve saved the toughest revision for last, and I’m insecure about every single one of those seven or eight chapters. (Among other things, I still can’t decide whether my main character marries the love interest at the end of the book.)

But it’s nearly finished, and I’ll have to make those decisions sooner or later, no matter what.

This is where my mind wanders to the social implications of business decisions. I have forums and blog hops and writers’ groups, and I’ve made amazing friends over the course of the creative process. When I start thinking about what to do with the book after it’s finished, I’m discovering that in addition to a Muse and an Inner Editor, I have an Inner Social Director.

Inner Social Director is currently reminding me that no matter how I publish the book, half my friends are going to hate me when they find out. (For heaven’s sake, don’t bring it up over dinner, and are you really wearing that?) Inner Social Director is kind of a bitch, actually.