I swear this novel writes itself sometimes, and other times it refuses to write anything. Today a smooth 1000 words poured out of me, and finally the two characters I had promised to kill are dead. However, that puts the rest of my characters in a rather troublesome spot. Now, I have to sit on that for a while and think about how to get them out of their troubles. I have some ideas, but I don’t know how it’s all gonna play out yet.
I tend to just sit down and stare at the screen until words come out. Sometimes I get distracted by TV or Youtube videos, but when the words come they come in torrents and I can’t nor do I want to stop them. It’s a beautiful but sometimes painful process. Of course, I feel fearful. I hope people will like and read what I write, but I can’t really worry about that now. I have to finish the thing first!
RIP my darlings. I’m sorry your life on paper was so short. I hope death brings you the peace you never had in life.