Revision: that oft dreaded step in the writing process. Why is it so much more fun to spew your ideas out onto the page than to rework them until they make sense?
As you’ve likely gathered by now, I’ve been working on Scion of Victory intensely for about three and a half years. I wrote the first draft in four months; everything after that has been revision in some capacity. The second draft was drastically different from the first draft, because I added two new viewpoints (Ramint and Eva). Since then, the major changes have been to the beginning.
Typically, I’m a linear writer. I like to outline in advance, and then I write chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, and so on. But for draft 4, I’m trying something new: I’ve ditched the chapter numbers (but retained the titles) and I’ve sorted them by narrator. From there, I’m revising by arc. I started with Eva (who has the fewest number of chapters), and I’ve moved on to Ramint for this month, and then I’ll finish with Kita. With this approach, I’m focusing more on the character development and their individual beats.
Eva’s arc, in my opinion, needed the most work. In revising her chapters, I’ve been able to target the roughest areas and strengthen her development. Some of her chapters grew; some got cut entirely. Overall, I feel I was able to focus on her beats more easily and tighten up her narrative. I’m anticipating similar results with the next two narrators.
Once I’ve gone through all three narrative arcs like this, I’ll have to put the chapters back in place and smooth out the transitions. That’s fine. And who knows, I might decide this isn’t the right approach. But after two linear revisions, I figured it was time to try something new.
The hope, of course, is that revising will improve the story. I can definitely see the improvement over the years, and I believe there’s still room for improvement. Even if it’s so annoying to rewrite the same story over and over.
What I wrote this week: Draft 4, Ramint’s arc.
What I read this week: Soulstar by CL Polk; Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo.
My name is Belinda, and I’m a sucker for a good romantic subplot.
I’m not a big reader of romance, but give me a book of any other genre, with a romantic subplot and I’m set. The moment a potential love interest is introduced, my interest increases.
However, I also prefer a story where the love interests don’t wait until the last second to confess their feelings and get together. I don’t want just tension; I also want to see the romantic leads interact together as true partners. I don’t see this often enough, but that preference has undoubtedly leaked over into my writing.
There are, of course, exceptions for me. For example, two of the characters in Leigh Bardugo’s Six of Crows have excellent tension throughout the books and clearly have affection for each other, however, they never even share a kiss. Still, I love them as a pairing and think their dynamic is wonderful.
As far as romance tropes go, I have been very over love triangles for a while, and I’d like to think I’m not alone in that. Their persistence, especially in YA, has worn on me over the years to the point where encountering it in a book is a turn off. I think the last time I encountered a love triangle that didn’t make me frown was in Sabaa Tahir’s An Ember in the Ashes series, and that triangle is very short-lived and well-done.
I’m also super done with toxic relationships being portrayed as romantic. The alpha-male archetype is not my cup of tea. If your male romantic lead is possessive and jealous, I’m out. If your female romantic lead is anything like a manic-pixie-dream-girl, I’m done.
Maybe I’m just picky when it comes to my romantic subplots. I know this is reading like a list of complaints about romance in fiction, and maybe I should just shove it and read my damn books. And obviously everyone has different tastes. Some people are all about that insta-love, others want the slow-burn. And those are all valid opinions to have.
I’ll just go sit quietly and write my books with romantic subplots exactly to my liking, instead of rambling. 😀
What I wrote this week: Draft 4, Eva’s arc (finished at last!); Draft 4, Ramint’s arc.
What I read this week: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets; Soulstar by CL Polk.
Like many millennials who liked to read growing up, I found my way to Harry Potter. Unlike a lot of fans, I didn’t read the full series until 2008, when every book was out. (I don’t like waiting!) I fell in love with the story and characters, as many readers before me did. When Pottermore launched, I was sorted first into Hufflepuff, and when the site revamped, I found myself in Ravenclaw. I saw the last movie on its opening weekend. I made friends because of a shared love of the series. As a broke college student in London, I found my way to King’s Cross Station and took a picture at Platform 9 ¾ (this was free, thank god). When the theme park opened at Universal Studios Hollywood, I got an annual pass to the park and marveled over Hogsmeade and Hogwarts come to life. I bought a wand at Ollivander’s. I embarked on the Warner Brothers Studio Tour and took tons of pictures with the movie props. I reread the series every few years and rewatched the movies when I was sad or sick.
I have a lot of fond memories tied to the Harry Potter franchise. My head is so full of useless lore, and playing HP Trivial Pursuit with my in-laws is a bloodbath. The standing rule is that they get to pair up while I play alone, to even the odds. When the second Fantastic Beasts movie came out, I spent twenty minutes ranting to my partner about how the various reveals upset decades of established lore and the problematic nature of some of those reveals. I fumed and groaned and denounced it.
And this was all before the author started sharing some rather controversial personal beliefs.
Sometimes, it’s easy to separate an author from their work. Ender’s Game is one of the most popular scifi stories, and no one really talks about Orson Scott Card’s homophobic views. An important difference, I think, is that Harry Potter’s author is much louder than Card. She rose to prominence in the age of social media, and once she got started, she did not stop. From her random tidbits about the world to her annual apologies for character deaths, she has found ways to remain in the public consciousness. She continues to produce content in the Wizarding World for a hungry, global audience. It’s nearly impossible to separate her from her work, which is why even though I haven’t written her name, you know exactly to whom I refer.
She rose to prominence because of the Wizarding World, built her fortune on it, and tied it to herself irrevocably. So when she published an essay last year sharing her belief that transgender women are infringing upon female spaces by being themselves, it felt like a massive betrayal.
I am not a trans woman, but two of the most important people in my life are. When the world shut down in 2020 and my social group shrank to just its bare bones, the two of them remained constant. My love for them both is immense, and I have never once wanted them to be anyone other than their perfect feminine selves.
Reconciling my love of a children’s book series with the author’s toxic beliefs has been a journey. Seeing the author wield her platform and influence to spread hate when her work taught love and acceptance is upsetting. It’s like the opposite of rose-colored glasses: I see my memories of HP tinted with the new perspective.
The stance I’ve landed on? No longer contributing to the author’s vast fortune. I don’t need to buy anymore of her books, movies, products, anything. I can’t change the years I spent attached to the story, and I don’t really want to change that.
One of my dearest friends is also a massive HP fan (and, I suspect, one of the few people I know who could go toe-to-toe with me in that edition of Trivial Pursuit), and we have decided to buddy read the series this year. I’m honestly excited to make new memories with this story that has been so important to me. I’m also determined to approach it with a more critical lens this time, and I’m looking forward to lengthy discussions with my friend armed with all the knowledge we have now, both of the Wizarding World and its problematic creator.
What I wrote this week: Draft 4, Eva’s arc.
What I read this week: Caliban’s War by James SA Corey; Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone; Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
When you’re giving so much of your energy to a creative project, it can be difficult to remember to take care of yourself, too. Or sometimes you get in a funk and creativity is hard.
For me, being creative has always been a way I destress. Something bad happening in life or the world in general? I write. Something on my mind that I can’t deal with? Time to write!
The best example of this that comes to mind is November 2020. I was participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, which I’ve done on and off for the last decade with a fair amount of success) with the goal of writing a trilogy of prequel novellas. The first ten days I dedicated to Jekk’s novella, and that first week also involved the US Presidential Election. As a queer woman of color in America, I kind of have to care about politics, and when it became clear the race was too close to call for nearly five days, I took all of my stress about that and in the first week of November, I wrote twenty thousand words.
For those of you who aren’t aware, NaNoWriMo is a challenge to write fifty thousand words of a novel in the month of November. And it is supposed to be a challenge. For me, most years, it has been. Finding the time to write fifty thousand words in thirty days is hard! And yet, in the first week of November 2020, I completed almost half of that. Yes, I was finding Jekk’s story to be very easy to write, but I also had more stress than I knew what to do with and I coped with it the best way I knew how: by writing.
I’m not gonna sit here and say this is healthy. And I absolutely can’t advocate writing as a coping mechanism because that doesn’t work for everyone. Hell, it doesn’t even work for me all of the time. In the last month, I’ve been stressed by life and work and instead of channeling that into writing, I basically spiralled into depression for a week and cried a lot while my partner fed me grilled cheese sandwiches. Everyone is different, and every situation is unique. Sometimes stress makes you shut down creatively or need to step back from your work, and you should do what’s healthiest for you.
Take care, lovely friends. Be healthy and well.
What I wrote this week: Draft 4, Eva’s arc
What I read this week: Caliban’s War by James SA Corey; The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones
One of my favorite tropes, in life and fiction, has always been found families. I always found myself attracted to stories that explored that idea, like The Thief Lord and Maximum Ride. As I got older, I found that I was still really into the idea, and I started noticing the trend in my personal life as well.
Though I’ve never been the type to surround myself with an abundance of friends (yay introverts!), I have consistently gravitated to small, tight-knit groups. In middle school, I had a very close group of girl friends. In high school, I found myself surrounded by some of the best and nerdiest folks I could’ve stumbled across. And in college, surprise surprise, I discovered another group of fun, nerdy, and very queer friends.
Though I haven’t been in college for almost five years now, the friends I made during undergrad continue to be some of the best friends I have. We haven’t always been that way. We’ve had our ups and downs and grievances, but when it’s mattered, we’ve always loved each other. Currently, this love manifests as a group chat called “Queer K,” K being the nickname of our alma mater. We’ve helped each other through sticky break ups and drunk nights and so many tears, but we’ve also celebrated birthdays and opening nights and graduations. Though several of us don’t live in close proximity anymore, video chats are a wonderful thing.
So, what does this have to do with writing and storytelling?
Maybe nothing, but maybe something. As I already mentioned, I love reading this trope in fiction. I love seeing it in movies and shows. Give me a group of friends who are ride or die, and I will eat it up. Give me those complex relationships and show me how they grow. Give me a found family, and I’m invested.
I like to write things that I know about, even just a little. I obviously don’t live in a pseudo-medieval world with gods and magic, like Kita and her cohorts, but I do know what it’s like to have a group of friends that feel like family. I do know about human connection and emotion. I love looking at the powerful bonds between women that make them so much stronger than they are alone. That’s an important part of Kita’s story, and I truly hope I do it justice by drawing on my personal experiences.
And if I don’t, that’s entirely my fault and has nothing to do with the incredible friends who have my back.
What I wrote this week: Draft 4, Eva’s arc. Yes, still.
What I read this week: Caliban’s War by James SA Corey; The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones.
I want to tell you all about some of my favorite books. Reading is, obviously, very important to writing.
Some of my favorite books, in no particular order, are:
Coraline by Neil Gaiman. This was a favorite of mine growing up, and a recent reread made me realize that it is still great. Coraline is a young girl who discovers a door to another world in her family’s new home. On the other side, she discovers a world similar to her own, but better. It’s creepy and features a talking cat, so what’s not to love?
Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo. This duology is honestly so solid, and one of the few series I can name where the sequel is every bit as good as the first. Anyway, these books tell the story of multiple heists by a small gang from the streets of Ketterdam. The characters are the heart of these books, and their complicated backstories and motivations cause so much tension and trouble. Both such fun reads.
The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson. This is the third book in Sanderson’s famed Mistborn trilogy. It’s a great trilogy overall, but the third book was my favorite. Vin and her friends try to save their world from imminent destruction, a common theme in the trilogy, but the final installment sees the culmination of years of careful plotting and hard work on Sanderson’s part.
The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. It’s super gay and has dragons. What more could you want in an epic fantasy novel? A stand-alone, this book is honestly just so cool. Ead has a secret mission to protect the queen who stands between the world and destruction at the hands (claws?) of evil dragons.
Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado. This collection of eight short stories was honestly so powerful. Machado’s style shines through in each unique story.
In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado. I loved her fiction collection so much, I read her memoir, too. This book shook me to my core. Machado uses various tropes and styles to examine an abusive relationship, from the first meeting to the last encounters. The methods she uses to tell her story are unconventional, and the story is disturbing in so many ways, but absolutely enthralling and unforgettable.
The Round House by Louise Erdrich. I read this book for a class in college, and instantly fell in love with the story and the author. Thirteen-year-old Joe deals with tragedy and adolescence in the 80s, learning hard lessons about revenge and forgiveness. The end is exquisite, and each chapter is titled for an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, which Joe uses to cope.
The Clean House by Sarah Ruhl. A play I adore. The visuals (though I have yet to see a live production) are striking and memorable. The characters are layered and complex. At the heart of the show is Matilde, a depressed comedienne, and Lane, a doctor whose husband has fallen in love with another woman. My copy is littered with penciled in notes because I once used it for a directing class.
Red Rising series by Pierce Brown. These books got me excited about reading after a long dry spell. The first book has strong Hunger Games vibes, but in space and with much more violence. The next two follow Darrow’s rise to power and his quest for equality. The sequel trilogy picks up with him ten years later, because the fight for equality is never really over. Brown’s scifi world is imaginative and rich, and I’m eagerly awaiting book six.
Graceling by Kristin Cashore. I first read this book in high school, and since then I’ve reread it at various points in my life, most recently last year. And every time, I’m surprised to find that I still enjoy it immensely. In a world where some people are born with supernatural gifts called Graces, Katsa has been used her entire life for her Grace of killing. However, she’s trying desperately to use her gift for good. Then she meets her match in Prince Po, whose Grace is combat, and the two forge a bond stronger than any she has ever known.
The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke. This enchanting tale has been a favorite of mine since adolescence. A small band of thieves calls the streets of Venice home, and they’re faced with the chance of a lifetime when they receive a magical mission. My copy of this is so worn out from the dozens of times I read it in middle school. It’s also one of the books that made me want to be a writer.
What I wrote this week: Draft 4, Eva’s arc (this is gonna be it for a while…)
What I read this week: Full Moon Rising by Keri Arthur; The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones
I think one of the most-widely circulated lies about writing is that it’s a solitary profession. I heartily disagree. If done right, it should not be solitary. Some days it’s hard to get a word out; some plot holes seem too big to patch up. But what can help both of those things? A writing buddy!
I’d tried writing with friends in the past, and it never lasted. And then, during my MFA program, I found myself in more than one class with the same person, and even better? I really liked the first two chapters of the novel she submitted to our workshop. I’m kinda awkward (what even is making friends as an adult??), but my partner encouraged me to message her and ask if she needed a writing buddy. So, before the quarter ended, I finally did.
My writing buddy, it turned out, had an entire completed draft of her novel (like me) and it was the first of a planned trilogy (like me!). I already knew I liked her style, and thankfully she liked mine, too. We were both writing fantasy with strong romantic subplots. We both had been working on our projects for years. We both loved cats (yes, this is important). We exchanged emails, and then chapters, and then ideas, and now, almost two years later, we still do.
My writing buddy and I have exchanged almost five whole books between us at this point. Are they great books? Not yet (I speak more for myself here). But have we helped each other make them better? Absolutely yes. If I have a plot hole I need help with, I ask her. If I’m considering something about my magic system, I bring it to her. If she isn’t sure about a character’s fate, she asks my opinion. If she’s trying to solve a problem, she poses it to me.
One of the best parts about having a writing buddy, though, is that I’ve found someone who not only wants to read my work, but actually looks forward to it. In any creative endeavor, especially after literal years of toil, it can feel like your writing/story/script/art is just…not good. Well, the phrase I’ve used to describe my own work at times is “sucks ass.” Especially when the rejections pile up and far outnumber the acceptances, it can be so easy to get bogged down and want to give up on your art. But having my writing buddy has been great for my confidence. She’s my friend and fan, and I’m inclined to trust her critique when she tells me something works or needs adjusting.
I highly recommend getting a writing buddy who will not only be honest with you, but also enjoys your work. Everyone needs positive reinforcement sometimes, and it can be equally encouraging to cheer on someone else as they struggle along the same path as you.
Writing should not be a solitary act. Kita’s story would be far messier if I didn’t have a reader looking at everything so closely, and someone who knows my world as well as my writing buddy. And on the days when writing is so hard, it’s nice to have a friend who understands the struggle to churn out words. She’s part-time editor, cheerleader, alpha reader, and full-time amazing friend.
Writing should not be a solitary act, and that’s why it’s absolutely crucial to have writer friends. Find kindred spirits who feel the same drive and need. Help each other when things get tough. And write together! Promote each other! Celebrate successes!
Check out my writing buddy’s website and incredible projects here.
I struggle with worldbuilding. I wonder if part of this has been my background in theatre; in playwriting, I put most of my focus on character and dialogue, leaving the set to the designers. Playwriting and novel writing are very different from each other in many ways, but one of the most distinct is that playwriting in itself feels incomplete. The story doesn’t feel whole until it has actors and direction and a set and, most important, an audience. But in novel writing, especially with something like fantasy, the writer has to bring all of that.
I’m way more comfortable creating characters than whole actual worlds. My partner has a great eye for practicality, thankfully, and asks many questions I wouldn’t think of, about economies and exports and government structures. Still, building Kita’s world has been a years-long struggle. I’ve tinkered with so many things and changed details.
Originally, Kita’s continent had 3 nations: Bursett, Kita’s home; Nysse, the country Bursett has warred with for the last decade; and Taulith, a coastal oligarchy. As time went on, I added two more nations in the northwest: Nasan and Wasan, also known as the Twin Kingdoms.
I made other choices about the world over the years. For one, the continent of Endimiento is in the southern hemisphere, so Bursett in the south includes a region of tundra. To distinguish it from our world in a major way, I decided that the sun rises in the west. Additionally, legends tell of people sailing beyond the horizon and never returning.
I’ve tried to distinguish between each nation in terms and culture and religion, but Bursett is the most developed, as it’s the center of the action. Bursett recognizes nine gods in three tiers of importance: the chief gods of Life and Death; the celestial gods of Sun, Moon, and Stars; and the minor gods Home, Wild, Mercy, and Victory. The gods have a tradition of claiming mortals as spokespeople, or scions, and their beloved mortals work to communicate the gods’ will.
In recent memory, the gods of Bursett have been quieter. However, the ruling Toddentry family continues to be blessed by the gods, guiding the people down the right path. The gods play an important role in Kita’s life, as she has a bond with the God of Victory, and as her story progresses, she connects with other scions.
Kita’s world is always growing and expanding, and I’m looking forward to exploring it more as I continue working in the world. In my opinion, you don’t need to have a fantasy world fully built before you start writing your story. Get the story out and fill in the blanks later.
What I wrote this week: Revision of Ch15-18 of a prequel novella. Draft 4, Eva’s arc.
What I read this week: Working on a Song: The Lyrics of Hadestown by Anaїs Mitchell; Winterkeep by Kristin Cashore.
I am very excited to have you here and to talk a little bit about my work. For the last several years I have been hard at work on the tentatively-titled Scion of Victory trilogy. It has been a lot of hard work, and it’s not an understatement to say that I have thought about this story and these characters every day for the last four years.
You can read a bit about Scion of Victory and my other works in progress here. But I wanted to take the time to talk about my characters specifically.
Creating characters is no easy feat. Creating realistic, well-rounded characters is even more difficult. I hope I’ve pulled that off, at least with the important characters of Scion of Victory. I’ve also added a quote from the book for each. Without further ado, here we go!
Kita Toddentry: A 24-year-old noble Bursettan with a desire to do more. Kita finds herself far from home at the end of a decade-long war, but she’s convinced the God of Victory will help her to succeed. The youngest of four, Kita has always felt the shadows of her brothers looming over her life and has struggled to shine on her own merit.
“She backed away from Jekk, listening. …she heard nothing beyond the two of them, no sign of danger… It was reckless, she knew. Reckless and stupid. But Kita darted away from her husband and turned that corner before he could stop her…”
Ramint Fluryne: A 38-year-old Taulithian exile who’s given up on her dreams. Ramint has a penchant for helping weary travelers on their way, and her life seems simple until she meets Kita. She was once married, but her wife died more than a decade ago, a loss that still echoes in her life.
“During her first winter in charge of Laud, she had found three travelers frozen to death not thirty minutes outside the village’s border. Had she bothered to seek out those in need of her aid, they might have lived.”
Eva Marisco: A 28-year-old foreigner who has a magic she’s struggling to understand. Eva believes her magic brought her to the realm of Bursett and might pull her home, if only she can learn more about it. Her tight-lipped companion might know more about the magic, but he isn’t keen on revealing his secrets.
“Eva had never liked camping. In what felt like another life, her dad had tried to get her to appreciate sleeping in the great outdoors, taking her and her little sister into the mountains for days at a time… Eva had hated those trips.”
The Supporting Cast
Jekk Dimitrion: A 27-year-old Bursettan noble, and Kita’s husband of seven years. Jekk has made a name for himself as a tactician who advised the king, but is no skilled warrior. He became friends with Kita and her brother Isanto when they were all children.
“Jekk said nothing of her recklessness, her defiance. Kita had seen women struck for such disobedience, but Jekk only sighed. He rarely shouted, and he had never touched her with anything but gentleness…”
Fahvitt Skalann: A 30-year-old ex-soldier who fought for Bursett. When he deserted, he was sentenced to death but slipped away into the mountains, where he met Ramint. The two are close friends, and like her, he believes his life is simple until he meets Kita.
“Fahvitt had been Ramint’s second-in-command for about five years, and she had chosen him in part because he balanced her out. Where she always extended a hand of help to any who crossed her path, Fahvitt was wary of all he met. His life had been difficult in different ways than hers had.”
Gabriel O’Shea: Eva’s travel companion. He doesn’t often speak of his life before he met Eva, about eight years ago, and Eva suspects many reasons behind this. He has his own magic different from Eva’s, but he’s helped her explore hers.
“Of course, it had crossed Eva’s mind that Gabriel could be lying. He might have slain the hunter and buried him far from their new home. She had known him to do worse, had watched him rip souls from their bodies as easily as plucking a hangnail.”
The God of Victory: Also simply called Victory. A minor Bursettan god who pushes Kita to excel and pursue greatness.
“Victory’s voice was smooth as silk, deep as a lake. Kita wanted to revel in it. They crouched before her, their face filling her vision once more. They pressed a kiss to her forehead, and light filled her.”
Artwork by Renée Beaudoin. Check out her work here.
What I wrote this week: Draft 4, chapters 11, 12, 13, 17, and 20.
What I read this week: The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo; They Could Have Named Her Anything by Stephanie Jimenez.
I didn’t mean for this to be my first blog post, but this is 2021 and here we are.
Last March, my creativity kicked into overdrive when I learned that I would be working remotely and stuck in my cramped apartment for the foreseeable future. I entered 2020 with the goal of writing draft 3 of Scion of Victory by June and the (second attempt of the) first draft of the sequel by December. With the abundance of time I suddenly had on my hands, I managed to finish the third draft by the end of April.
I’m an introvert, so my social calendar already wasn’t very full—I most missed weekly Dungeons and Dragons and monthly board game nights with friends. I live with my partner, and we get along splendidly, so I wasn’t lonely or irritated. I missed not seeing my parents, but still spoke with them regularly. I was able to put more focus on school and finishing my MFA. I put more energy into maintaining my long-distance friendships. I did yoga four times a week. All-in-all, despite the screwed-up sleeping schedule and questionable hygiene, I was thriving.
But quarantine in Los Angeles didn’t last forever, and eventually I had to go back to work. Forty hours of my week went back to that, along with a lot of my energy. I spent ten months being very careful in public, wearing my mask and sanitizing my hands and maintaining a distance of at least six feet, thank you. It has been exhausting.
And then last week, I got sick for the first time since this all began. I thought it was allergies, but it wasn’t. I got a positive result for Covid-19 on Wednesday, and my partner immediately banished me to the master suite of our house. The first thing I did after settling in was make a to-do list in anticipation of the two weeks I suddenly had at home. (To-do lists help me feel organized and motivated.) Top of the list was creating this website.
The rest of the list hasn’t happened because one thing I didn’t anticipate (perhaps naively) about getting Covid?
I would have the energy for absolutely nothing.
It’s infuriating and boring and maddening. Over the last week, I’ve lost a concerning amount of weight, slept far more than I’m used to, had chills and fever, and picked up a cough that sounds like it belongs to an avid smoker. I’ve written nothing, read less than 200 pages, and had some of the strangest dreams. Perhaps most depressing of all is that my symptoms are comparatively mild and because I’m a relatively healthy young woman in my mid-twenties with no underlying medical conditions, I’ll very likely recover fully.
This blog post is the first thing I’ve written in a week, and I’m coughing constantly and watching comfort movies while I do it. I’ve been sick before—colds, laryngitis, a particularly mean case of strep throat that turned into mononucleosis my freshman year of college—but nothing like this. I’ve been so entirely sapped of willpower and energy, and honestly my brain kind of goop.
So this gets to be my first official blog post. Be safe out there. Don’t go anywhere you don’t need to. Wear a damn mask. Don’t get sick like me and hate everything.
Anyway, I’m gonna take a page out of my dear writing buddy’s blog book and end each of these with what I wrote this week and what I read.
What I wrote this week: Nothing! 🙂
What I read this week: Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey.