The end of November is so close and I am so happy, but also a bit sad. I love writing. I love having this pressure to write daily, because it really helps me to stop making silly excuses and write. But on the other hand, my schoolwork and other less fun activities have been really lagging. I’ve barely done anything more than the absolute necessary. And I hate that, because all my free time is taken for writing, and there are so many other things I want to do.
However, the month is almost over, and I’m so close to the 50k mark. I’ve had so many downs this week, but also ups. I’ve barely written on one day (I wrote 1 word, how smug) and another (I wrote 4… but I literally had no time to write more), and then there are the days like today on which I write about 3k.
What’s my story?
If you have forgotten what my story is about, it’s called Making Mountains Bow and it’s Mulan retelling/inspired mixed in with elements from How To Train Your Dragon. The story is set in modern-day China and is about a transgender boy. There’s war, dragons, family, tragedy, joy and a lot of amazing characters that I love to pieces.
Unfortunately, I had to kill one of the characters but let’s just forget I did that, okay?
Like I said before, I’m having really good writing days and really bad ones. I had to catch up a lot today, but I ended up writing 3k and being almost caught up on the schedule. I’m at 43.1k and you’re supposed to be at 43333, so I’m not too disappointed. Next week, I’ve got to be in the lab all day and I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to write a lot, or not at all. We’ll have to see. But there are 7k left to write and 4 days so I think I should be able to make it.
“And then you…”
“Wow, so it’s all…”
And that’s how they spend their night. Exchanging pudding and questions. Questions that were floating between the two of them, questions they both couldn’t answer.
For once, reality seemed better than dreams. Despite all the bad things that were happening in the world. Despite the death, the destruction, the loss. Despite how his family was a mess, and how Guiying was insecure for once in her life, and how An knew who he really was. Despite the fact that he couldn’t fight at all. Despite all that, reality seemed like the better option. And all that because of her.
The words hit him like knives. It wasn’t a lie. He wasn’t a girl. Just because he looked like one, didn’t make him one of them. He hated that that was all everyone could see when they looked at him.
That was why he left home. Because those looks killed him one look at a time. They pierced holes in him, more and more, until there was nothing left but a shell of who he once was.