I like to break the 4th wall.
I like to be a lot silly.
I like to slip in private jokes for my friends, and for me.
I write too much of me into my characters. Shhhh…
I write better when I write fast.
I don’t like to edit much more than for grammar and continuity.
I am struggling a LOT right now with writing. Maybe that’s come up? Or maybe I’ve just been ranting about it in my journal for a few days. It’s stress. Personal stress, family stress, and pandemic stress.
And the fucking masks. I know I mentioned the masks (which I will wear while loathing every second, but not resenting them).
But anyway. I got an idea for a scene — I guess it’s more accurate that a scene started playing in my head — while I was in the bathroom, where a character complains to another character about their nickname, and the second character tries to convince them to go with it, because the author is getting tired of typing it. The first character rationalizes that the reader doesn’t mind reading it, and she prefers it, so it should stay.
I’m going to keep that.
Sounds like a silly story. I hope to read it one day.