I know, that’s a random title for a blog post but I really don’t care. That’s the chapter I completed yesterday and my current word count is now 65,804. Not bad for someone who walked into the World of the Veiled and wondered if I had a story on my hands at all. Now I have a world of interlocking systems, a bunch of characters who like to tell me what they’re actually doing rather than what I think they should be doing, and apparently I can go dunk my head in a bucket if I think I get to order them around. I’m not a writer any more, I’m a herder of very feral cats who happen to have craft and aren’t afraid to try and claw my arm off.
Nobody warned me that would be a thing when I started writing and I have to ask, is that normal? Because from here? I’m wondering if there’s enough protective equipment in the world to deal with this.
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Do writers get hazard pay? I think we should when our characters try to singe our backsides.
I’m proud of reaching this chapter, regardlesss of what my characters have to say about my methods, and managing to get it completed because now things can springboard properly into the second half of this part of the story.
Naturally, this being a grimdark/TraumaDark world, my characters are currently slogging through hell with only their own small piece of information to work with and are either at odds with each other, crossing each other’s paths, or generally swearing at me. They’re quite inventive with their curses these days.
I’ve taken a break for today though and went and got my hair done.
After spending weeks writing something this dark, I figured I’d earned a break so I went and let my local salon massage my head and make me feel like I was floating on clouds for a bit.
Anyway, I have chapter eighteen to go and write so to those who celebrate, Happy Spring Equinox and to those who don’t, I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Erin.