So, today I did all sorts of writerly things. I cleaned up the apartment, I made salad, I stared at the walls for a bit. Then, I went over to some fellow Voluptuaries home, to spend time doing yet more writerly things.

We sat and demystified writing, a bit, especially the bits about why it’s so big and scary and ugh. At least, as far a novels go. Did some group brainstorming on characters, got to dig deep into some potential conflict areas in the story. Y’know, I thought I was just writing this entertaining little thing to keep my brain happy. But no! Evidently it’s some big novel thing with layers of conflict and interpersonal drama and growth and happy shit.

And then, we brainstormed on scary outline stuff for Reesa’s novel. Nailed down some thematic stuff, some underpinnings, and then got into some actual skeletal structure for the story. Elucidated all the stuff already done, the role it all plays, and what comes next.

I can easily see that at some point, this whole writing thing will need a budget, the same that money does. Time and energy are both finite resources that I will need to have some (even if illusory) control over. Eventually.