I’ve got two projects going right now: one a Harlequin Romantic Suspense Copper Lake book and a new idea. Both are parts of a series, so not only are there the usual characters you find in a stand-alone book, but there’s all sorts of details and recurring characters that have to be tracked.
And, frankly, my brain is full to the brim of stuff. I’ll be typing along and suddenly come to my hero’s or heroine’s name and not be able to think of it to save my life. The really sad thing is that this occurs usually within minutes of having typed the name the last time. And, yeah, I keep notes handy. It’s just that the notes cover over 300 characters right now, and sometimes I can’t remember which book I’m actually in, so the notes don’t always help.
It’s tough when you’re as disorganized as I am. Sometimes I think if I were more organized, I could get so much more done, but the idea of being organized is so alien that I’m more likely to sprout wings and fly to the moon.
If I could just split my personality and assign each book a different one . . .