So, instead of working like a normal person, I have started taking ‘cigarette breaks’ at work where I write 1,300 word character reflections. Initially these were literally cigarette breaks where characters like Marc, who smokes, would ponder something over a cigarette. Or characters who don’t smoke, like Mikka, would bum a cigarette/make some comment on smoking. This serves:

1. my desire to describe bodily functions (har har)
2. my mental health maintenance
3. my need for structured writing time

Today, however, took a turn. Because instead of writing my cigarette break, I wrote a character death. I had kind of woke up thinking about it and so when a meeting got cancelled, there it was. It was not the cigarette break I had been intending to write…I was gonna write about New Years in Alba….and it’s going to take some revisions, but…yeah.

Normally I save writing character deaths for when I am alone and can throw myself around and figure out blocking. But this one was….kinda sweet? I couldn’t do staging so it had to be hushed, kind of intimate.

 

…I should probably not get in the habit of seriously writing while at work.

She just understand what a scene needs.