As I continue rewriting my novel I’ve come to realize that writers have some very odd thoughts. For instance, today I was, for all of maybe five minutes, frightened out of my whits by this one:
The moment Ashlyn left the null room she would be Tracked by a Finder in her father’s employee. But she must leave the null room or else she can’t learn to Flame.
Five minutes later I thought:
Ah, the Wardskin, that solves everything!
And then I was happy again.
Being a writing is a strange sort of madness.
— david j.