Camp NaNo is upon us!
I’ve been pushing myself to get these two projects I’m working on done (the character book and Alex’s—you’ve heard me talk about them before but in case you’re just hopping aboard) before Camp starts, but… I’m not sure it’s gonna happen. No, I mean, the character book is a certainty—I already have the testers lined up and everything, it’s my pride and joy right now—but, Alex? Her story is, well, another story entirely. I hate that feeling when you sit down at the computer and you try to get back into it and the words don’t wanna come and your brain is just mocking you, going “haha, NOPE.”
Hey, I’m back! Sorry about the post drought. Life came up and roundhouse-kicked me in the face, but what can I say. I’m here.
I’ve been thinking, and if I can’t find the time to post TPT stuff, I should probably at least let you in on what the hell I’m doing with myself over here:
Characters are the best.
There may be some people out there who don’t understand this, but… I would say all readers and writers have developed a bond with certain characters they hold near and dear to their hearts. Like Harry from William Sleator’s Singularity—I get the whole sibling-angst thing because, well, I have an older sister and it’s not always sunshine and gumdrops. Or “Gabriel” and Bubba from Julie Gonzalez’s Imaginary Enemy. Those characters resonated with me because I used to have an imaginary frenemy (and he still resurfaces sometimes… DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT).