Have you ever just want to scrap your entire project and scream, “No, this isn’t it! Give me more gore! Where is the rage?!?”
Yeah, me neither.
I know that I have written horror before, and I like to think I am getting better at horror. But this story is not that.
I wanted suspense, maybe characters on the mental edge of a breakdown. But these monsters are so normal and nice and cunning that I am wondering if I am really writing this story or if they are using me for their own goal.
Because there are some characters who just want their story told, and they kidnap authors and writers from all walks of life to make us their writing slaves.
I think I heard a whip just crack. Oh hush, I can make this joke because I am black and know my history.
But if that joke went over your head, might I suggest reading about slavery.
So what did I do today?
I crashed out, and if you don’t know what that means. Then I had a meltdown. But it was for a perfectly normal reason.
I was overwhelmed and had not eaten well all day, sure I ate breakfast, but everything after that was questionable.
Normally, I take better care of myself, but this week has been hard.
Though, before it got too bad, and I ended up in a psych ward, I laid down and drank some tea while watching anime.
I met my word count goal for the day and need to still go cook dinner.
Word count: 11,246 words
See you tomorrow, friends!
Jona Nightingale 