The Oddity of the Inner Life of the Author: Behaving Normally

What about me was not normal? Well, like everyone else, everything and nothing. But specifically at that moment, I was assuming, safely I think, that no other woman at Book Club had a loud, violent man in their head who was leading a thief adopted by a dragon, ex-slaver, betrayed cop, and a chicken around a magical world on a swashbuckling adventure. Like I said, safe assumption. The challenge to my normalcy was keeping clamoring characters internalized.