I haven’t been here in a while, but my SO and I went for a vacation in Switzerland to see our friends and family for Christmas, and of course, we both caught a cold. The kind of cold that wakes you up in a panic ten times a night because you can’t breathe. The kind
NaNoWriMo over. Won. 50 000 words. 1 character killed. 3 kisses. 1 impossible love story that wasn’t supposed to be the heart of the book. 14 000 words taking place in Montana. 3 mentions of Paul Bettany. Dozens of stupid T-shirts described. More mono-syllable dialogues than I can count. 3 write-ins attended. Let’s start with
I’m usually a planner. I need to know where the story goes, I need to know the path it will follow before I put a single word on the page. I always have a synopsis, I know how it ends and what decision my characters make and why. That’s how I work. Except with A