I feel like a lot has been going on this past week - nothing big, just a lot of it. The air smells different, and everything has shifted slightly.
- Last week, I was dropped from a project I was becoming very immersed in. It was quite a jolt back to reality. It's hard enough finishing something, but being pulled out of a world unexpectedly is even worse. Thankfully, it was nothing I had done, but I wish that I'd had some warning in preparation. The story was by no means one of my favourites, but the world and the characters were finally becoming solid in my mind and now they've been taken away from me. I miss them very much, but I have no rights to them. That's the worst part of being a ghostwriter.
- I've finally been given the go-ahead to start the sci-fi/fantasy novel, and it's going absolutely fantastically. It's coming very naturally to me, and I really think I'll be able to create something beautiful, something I would be proud of to call my own, out of it. It's going to be incredibly tough to give it up, but I'm not going to think about that until the end. I'm just going to enjoy it.
- For my own writing, I'm going back and forth between my fanfic and Bonsai. Both are going reasonably well, although I have days where I cannot bear to look at either. I am thankful that I have so many different projects on the go, so if I hate a couple there always something else to work on. I can't not be writing - it makes me irksome.
- My partner and I have finally sent of for my fiancee visa. Very nerve-wracking. All the fingers crossed.
- I am falling hard for Veronica Roth's Divergent. I am trying to resist, but it's a big struggle. If I was still in my days of deep fandom, I would be ficcing the hell out of it! As it is, I am reading and learning and using it to inspire my own writing. I wouldn't call her a brilliant writer, but she has a very easy, very skilled way of immersing the reader deep into her world and into the minds of her characters. I am very impressed. I've fallen a little bit in love with Tobias Eaton, but I suppose that was unbearably predictable. I'm a sucker for a hard-luck case.
