Went out to the coffee shop down the street tonight to catch up on my Black Desert writing. Finished up nearly 5K, getting me back within 1K of where I’m actually supposed to be according to my writing schedule.

It was an intense little session. I haven’t been that deep in the book in awhile, and when I came out of it I had one of those weird periods of dissonance, where five minutes ago I was in bed with Rhys and his wife in balmy Tirhan in the bloody moonglow, and suddenly I’m trudging down the snow glutted streets of Dayton at 9 o’clock at night wondering where in the hell I am.

Man, I’m a cruel bitch, too. This is that happy jump the narrative takes just before it all goes to hell. This is where you realize just how much the protagonists have to lose, and how hard they fought for it. There are some ichy scenes coming up, and after writing what I did tonight, I have a feeling I’m going to cry through them when I write them. Maybe after.

A whole world, all broken down.

Such a bloody bitch.

I like writing about characters who are drawn to each other but aren’t necessarily good for each other. Nyx walks back into your life and you see everything you love destroyed, but some vital piece of you, something you can’t name, something you didn’t even know was missing, is somehow there again. Whole. Full. Like a missing piece of your heart that chokes you.

Yes, I know: I’m a bloody bitch. But why else would I be a writer?

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