Well, week two is evil. This week, nothing I write sounds good or make sense, my characters are all looking at me in disbelief as I string them slowly along through pages and pages of CRAP, and many/most of the things I thought this story may contain are probably going to be nowhere in sight.
Ben is trying to change his name to Jack or Jake. I will probably let him as it will be easier to torment him that way.
The dead grandmother is quite probably alive.
Erik and Ben/Jack/Jake-boy are going to get touchy with each other. And with a mystery girl who has indigo hair, so I think she must be totally evil.
The mushrooms? Still there...probably a plot point, but not yet.
Really, most of the things I thought up before I started writing look like they're going to be scrapped. I no longer have the slightest clue what I'm writing other than a novel involving poisonous flowers and slightly psychic/magical characters. This leads to a high degree of anxiety.
Yesterday was my crappiest word day ever. Oh well. Still ahead of the game.
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