Thursday. The time stretches on as the pages continue to flow. More planning, more development. Nothing substantial, as of yet.

I know I should go out and actually explore the city, but I’m just tied up with this story right now. If you’ve never created, it’s hard to comprehend the amount of work that goes into creating a story like this. It’s definitely nice to be so insulated this time.

When I was writing Bloody Mary’s, I was very open about it. That was a mistake. People caused a lot of problems that just didn’t need to be there. So much drama and meanwhile I’m over here, being very clear about what I’m actually doing. Yet no one listened and it just became this whole negative thing instead.

Of course I don’t want to socialize or leave the house this time while writing a book. I’m not gonna let other people ruin it for me this time. Engaging with that all of that crap was just a distraction from my real work.

So yes, after having been through all of that, which carried on for many years, I might add, it’s easy to understand why I stay locked away in my haunted tower, refusing to speak to anyone or leave or go do anything. I just don’t want any more problems.

Anyway, so this book/script thing… it’s definitely happening. I have just encountered a new problem via feedback, which I will actually accept because it’s good feedback: separating the main character out from myself. This document is still very much written from my personal POV.

I guess we’ll just have to go with the typical romance novel heroine trope: She’s not like other girls! She’s feisty! She’s full of quippy comebacks and clever one-liners. Men simply cannot handle a nontraditional woman like her.

No man except our hero, a local *hot mess* and fuckboy extraordinaire. He’s so rich, but so lonely and empty inside. That’s why he keeps all these women around him all the time. It’s the only way he knows how to fill the void. Awww! Sad! 🙁

What happens when these two meet? Fireworks explode!

Alright, great, all that work done and we still have time for lunch. Excellent. Love working these long hours.

Okay, now I kinda feel like I know what I’m doing. It’s more than just a pile of nothing now. It’s starting to take some kind of shape, some kind of form. You know, a form beyond just a pamphlet.

I just need to remove this as far from reality as possible so I can forget all the things I saw on Instagram yesterday. And, you know, in real life when I was actually there in Dubai. I saw so many things I will never be able to unsee ever again. This is clearly my brain trying to process it.

Otherwise, I hope you all are enjoying me documenting my writing process live again. Won’t it be so fun when you finally see the finished product?

I guess if romance is your thing, then yeah, maybe. Otherwise, I guess I’ll just throw Bloody Mary’s back up here for you all. I can’t even remember the last time I looked at it, lol. I’m so happy it’s so far away now. I was so happy to finally leave it all behind. I do not miss that town at all, lol. It was so lame! Lame AF.

Now I can just create my characters and write my stories and go to the coffee stand without being harassed and interrogated by everyone and their mother. How refreshing. Small towns are so overrated. I truly have no idea why anyone would ever want to live in one.

Well, let’s hope things continue on in this positive manner. I would like to publish this rag and make some money off of it. If I could actually figure out how to be a real writer instead of doing whatever this is, that would be great. I’m just so stuck in my habits and my ways. I haven’t been out in the world much. I’m just scrambling over here like… what am I doing?!

I have no idea what I’m doing, to be honest with you. I’m just trying to survive every day and figure out how to be a writer.