I wrote a lot yesterday. I sat in my car in the garage with snacks and I wrote my protag’s pain. I decided since EVERYTHING I read yesterday kept going back to the character, the character, the character…..I focused on him and listen to his story. It took a very dark turn. One I didn’t even see coming. He’s in so much pain and I wasn’t acknowledging it so it never felt real. Now I know and now I can focus on tellnig his story. I’m not sure how many pages I wrote, but at least I got the start and I stopped on a “wet ending” that I’ve been thinking about all night.
You would think someone who grew up with a superhero as a family friend wouldn’t had it easy. But my protag says, no…it wasn’t.
fears and fire 