I wrote 3,626 words in January, but I thought hundreds of thousands.
Its fascinating how much thinking is involve in writing. Obviously this is a first draft, so it’s a bit more of an outlined brain dump that I will sort through later, but there are still hours of just… thinking. Ideas running around in my head, images and scenes, inspirations. Sometimes I imagine my own characters in the modern worldβ- what would they be like?
Also, writing romance is actually kid of hard? I have pieces of it. I know the start and finish of them, but damn writing the stuff in the middle to actually get there is work! I’ve got some good chemistry going, it’s just making it believable. I get so annoyed with books when the main romance just… happens? With no essence? It happens because it needs to, but I like to see why. I like to see the disagreements and the authentic funny moments, the shared experience.
Anyway! Progress is being made, I’ve got some middle meat to work through. π
Thanks for reading!