I guess I have a little problem at the moment. I’m feeling pretty confused.
My female main character just told me that she is addicted to Twin Peaks. Well, that’s probably alright, but I’m not sure whether Twin Peaks exist in the reality I’m writing about. Mitja, my male main character, adores Donna Tartt – another problem. Well, maybe I’m not supposed to think about that so much, but Autumnwreck wasn’t supposed to turn out to be part of this world. Maybe my mind is trying to tell me I’m too old for writing fantasy?
I’ve got chocolate, I’ve got apple juice and I’ve got a problem with a boy I thought I was in love with. So the conditions are great for writing, but still… my story doesn’t make any sense. A genderless ghost who steals marshmallows when they’re roasted in the firework and listens to Coldplay?
