…is brought to you by a need to write something down.
I’ve been quiet, I know. I’ve got this fairly long post planned, probably for this weekend now. I was planning to do it today, but It’s going to be a little while before I write anything else after what I just wrote in the book I’m working on.
You’ll be happy to know that the reason for my silence is that I’m being productive. I don’t think my writing has gone quite this well since the early days of the Thaumatology books, so I really, really hope you guys are going to like Fox, because I really like writing her.
Except just now. I’ve been working up to this bit of the book for a while and I knew what was coming. It’s part of the plot, and it’s part of real life for some people, and I am beyond thankful that I cannot say I’m writing from personal experience. And I’m being vague to avoid giving away the plot, but I’ll say I’m going somewhere with this story that is maybe a little more serious than some of the stuff I write.
When you write, or when I do, you put yourself in there with your characters. To me, who started role-playing at thirteen, it’s like a roleplaying exercise. You put yourself in the story and you become that character for the time you’re writing them. I’ve just spent a good couple of hours writing something that upset my character, and I don’t think I was quite ready for my reaction to it. I really hope this comes over when you read this.
For right now, though, I’m going to have to do something else until I can get my head out of character-space. Otherwise going back in is going to be bad.
Have a good weekend, folks.