It's really terrible how I can so easily come up with characters, settings, and plots, and how impossibly difficult it is to put those things to paper.

I wish I knew what drove me to pump out the "Dom and Laine" and "Ralph and Randy" stories, cause if you could bottle that you could make a fortune.

and it's not just the fat fur stories, but the space opera with hundreds of hours of lore, and the several werewolf characters with intertwining stories, and the restaurateurs and all there lovely employees and patrons.

all these wonderful peoples trapped in my brains, but no real way to let them out.