The people in my head are talking to me.​Sometimes they have a lot to say and sometimes they go quiet for months on end. Sometimes what I had planned for them and what they actually do,arecompletelydifferent things.Okay. I lied. They always do whatever they want and run the show and I'm left sputtering and trying to catch up.​I have five other stories in the making and my utterly chaotic approach to this madness is to listen to whoever is speaking the loudest. Sometimes it works. And sometimes