I must be masochistic...or possibly insane.
I have just started plotting a Very Large Thing taking place post-"Principles". I'd promised myself I wasn't going to do that.
Clearly I lied, because I cannot say when, but it's going to be novella-length. It's going to be, period.
Plotting a story is like naming a stray: once you have, you're attached.
Why does inspiration always strike when it's least convenient?
- D.
Clearly I lied, because I cannot say when, but it's going to be novella-length. It's going to be, period.
Plotting a story is like naming a stray: once you have, you're attached.
Why does inspiration always strike when it's least convenient?
- D.