I liken the writing process to doing a very, very slow boil in your kitchen. You set things up, wander away, think a bit, check back, maybe add a few ingredients you thought of, wander away, brush the dog, do a crossword, get an idea, wander back, change the ingredients around, get distracted, trim the hedges, come back, few more ingredients, final check, DONE IT’S DINNER TIME GO GO GO
I can create stunning metaphors like that because I am a writer. I write good.
I’ve had this week off from work, as is my custom during my Birthday Week(tm) each year. (Turning 38 now. Ugh. I hate becoming an old bastard.) Largely I spent it shuffling around doing random hobbies, sometimes using my time well, sometimes wasting it all on YouTube or Twitch. But… in the background, bit by bit, I’ve been putting together the outline for City of Angles //016 and even vol//003. I could be eating dinner or pooping dinner and I’ll get an idea, which I go write down (once I am done eating and/or pooping) and little by little, it comes together.
TL;DR no new story content this week but boy howdy are you in for a tale next week.
One day I, too, shall be able to write good, and make stunning metaphors that are like fantastic similes. On that day, I shall owe at least part of this tremendous skill to the hours I have spent reading CoA, and similarly serialised web-fiction.
Looking forward to chapter 16. Assuming your sanity survives the music-management marathon…