When you can’t remember what chapter you’re in the middle of, you’ve been there too long

Dear Character We’re Never Going to Meet On Stage: It’s not even your fault. That’s the worst part, isn’t it?

Dear Protagonist Whom of Course I Trust and Respect: Do you really think it’s a good idea to get a thousand-year-old sorcerer hyped on sugar and caffeine?

Dear Story: Will you please stop handing out superpowers? It’s not like they’re free, you know.


The book is being very–non-linear–about getting written this week. Much back and forth, much of each new thing that happens (and each stray realization, too) altering the things both before and after it.

There’s a story in there somewhere. Halfway through the second draft, you’d think I’d be more confident about finding it. 🙂

One day, I’ll actually meet up with the text of the first draft again, I just know it.

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