i just scrapped a 90k project because it turned into something completely different than i expected.
itβs a weird feeling, but it taught me exactly what actually connects with me and what doesn't. i consider this to be part of the process of finding my real voice.
you think that finishing your first book will bring a huge sense of relief or uncertainty about the next one, but it just creates momentum. i'm holding almost a completed story in one hand, and already a whole outline for the next one in the other.
looking at my first draft while starting the third makes me realize iβm not even the same person who started this book. iβm writing a better story now because iβm a better version of myself.
finally crossed the 80k mark in my second draft.
my characters have been through it, and honestly, so have i. itβs a weird feeling to be this close to the end.
so incredibly stoked to share that iβm being published for the first time ever!
iβve got a piece appearing in flashflood for national flash fiction day and honestly, i'm over the moon.