“I love that character,” I say as I come up with upsetting headcanons for them. “Absolutely adore them,” I tell you as I bunny up sad story ideas for them. “They’re my favorite,” I sigh as I pick the most depressing songs for a playlist for them.
“I just want them to be happy,” I insist as I write horribly angsty oneshots centered around their misery.
“My son,“ I say as I think warmly about his broken body huddled on the ground.
“I love you so much”, I say, as I fill them with self hatred.
literally the best part about ficwriting is the moment where you stop, smile to yourself, and think: “oh, man, they are going to kill me for this.” and then get back to work.
I LOVE THIS MOMENT. Then as you gleefully wait for the screaming and keyboard smashing to start. Yes, that is FUN.
Okay, but are they killing you in a good way or a bad way?
And is it your characters or your readers wanting to kill you?
Does anyone else get really caught up on the small details in their writing? Like you can be really good at writing situations and feelings and characters, but you get to a point when you’re writing something small like what they’re making for dinner and before you know it, you’re googling recipes with tomatoes because you think the scene won’t be convincing unless you know the cooking time and temp??
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