Me, Me, Me
My longest stories get that long from having a cast of people to follow and show interacting. “Glass Houses” benefits from its large cast, especially when I have an insistent Schuldig muse trying to distract me, clamoring for attention. He doesn’t actually have any plot ideas; he just wants more attention and face-time. Bright-eyed, fluffy and pretty but armed with teeth and hooking claws, he grins at me Cheshire cat-wise, wide, and tells me that he’s far more fun and much wittier than anyone else I work with. Never boring..... "I can even do angst, babydoll." I tell him to get an actual plot and take a number, but he’s clingy. As if I don’t give him a ton of attention in “Glass Houses”....