The hardest part (for me) about writing fiction is that it is a very lonely process. The current project I am working on has been on paper for about a year and in my brain for about a year and one day. During that time I have lived with these characters and seen them grow. I have seen them learn under strenuous circumstances while clinging to their previous lives – and through all of that, I am basically the same person.
It’s frustrating to know that I can so easily let these complex and problem ridden characters learn lessons but hold on to themselves in the process while I am constantly standing still, afraid to move forward in any direction.
Ya know? Either way I feel better now so…go me.
