Oh my god my nano novel is basically just me talking to myself about worldbuilding but I am having a great time.
Today I get to throw an inclusive holiday party and make all my characters dress up and be awkward over the charcuterie. And then drop a (figurative) bomb on them.
Yes I have spent more time planning a set of charcuteries that you can serve to a crowd that includes people who are diabetic, vegan, jewish, muslim, and fae than I have the “plot”, so sue me.
Currently finding theme songs for all my ships.
My roommate, who is also doing nano, wrote There’s Only One Bed in the same room as I did while I wrote this thanksgiving
grandma200-year-old werewolf coworker and I just came out to each other, both of us giggling the whole time. This novel was the best idea I’ve had all year.Also, by the way, Come To My Window fuckin slaps.
Everything got much harder once I decided to try to do multiple timelines and new POVs and add in new characters but also I love them and I get to bring them to a creepy vampire city and the depression is Bad but the writing is Good.
I mean the writing is very much not good, and it is very hard, but also every time I write a line that make me chortle I kick depression slightly in the teeth so HAH, fuck you, depression, I have the act of creation on my side and all you have is despair. Sucks to be you, depression.
(via medusasstory)
