When asked what I do in the evenings, I don’t lie when I say I write.
Even if my family sees me scrolling Facebook or TikTok with my laptop open, I’m still writing.
Even when I complain about editing, social mediaing or querying agents, I’m still doing what makes my heart happy, writing.
Because when writing all my troubles melt away and I pour emotion into words that don’t affect me because they’re out on paper. They belong to a character now, someone other than myself.
This is also why I don’t kill characters.
Stay free,
NR


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