I have succumbed to the darkness of the Writing Cave.
When I was standing over the piles and piles of mess I had made myself, basking in the wintry afternoon light of yet another Monday, wondering Why The Fuck I had taken everything out of my wardrobe, I realised what was going on: the writing cave had eaten me and was slowly taking me apart piece by piece, enjoying me with some salt and tartar sauce.
The writing cave is different for every author. I imagine other authors reclining back on lounges, being fed grapes by their attractive husbands and typing away on their laptops, no writers block or madness in sight. I also imagine some authors in literal caves, sleeping upside down and licking bones clean in the blue light of their laptops as they type away.
My writing cave is a little bit more erratic. No harps, no minstrels, no beautiful men feeding me grapes, BUT also no bats or bones. Instead, madness and procrastination make a bed in the corner of my apartment and settle in for the long winter. So far, I'm only 20k deep into my WIP, and I've already:
bleached my hair.
decided to sort out my entire apartment (now, there is shit e v e r y w h e r e.)
thought it was a good idea to go on a juice cleanse. Yes, I am starving.
I can't wait to see what I'll do next!
All jokes inside, I'm having an insane amount of fun with Isabella and Giovanni. The freedom of no release date has caused me to create a more complex plot and therefore, plan a larger book. Each book I write seems to go up 10k in word count, so I'm excited to see when Izzy and Gio decide their story is over. It's gonna be a THICK book.
Of Violent Characters...
Isabella is a very interesting character to write. I always maintain that I'm nothing like my characters (except for Danika and Aurelia, my funny little idiots) but Isabella has been stitched together by me and seems to have a lot more of my heart in her than Elena and Sophia. She's emotional, quick to anger but also quick to be kind, and seems to fall out the screen every time I write her. She's the kind of character that demands, instead of takes cues. I'm excited to see where she takes me next.
Giovanni has not been so easy. It took w e e k s to find his voice, and even now, I can't pinpoint his exact tone and line of thought. Because of this, there is a lot less Giovanni POV than Isabella POV. Kingpin's Foxglove and Empress of Poisons were very equal with their screen time, with our hero and heroine sharing. The chapter pattern was Elena Elena Konstantin Konstantin, split down the middle. OVL is beginning to look like Giovanni Isabella Isabella Isabella Giovanni lol. Fingers crossed he stops being so quiet and speaks up–but when you meet Gio, you'll probably understand why he's so slow to talk to strangers ;)
Anyway, I'm off to bed, worn out from a day of listening to Isabella + sorting out my apartment, but I'm excited to write tomorrow. Hopefully, I dream of Giovanni...
"I envied those who leaped from feeling to feeling, moving and shifting gracefully with their emotions. I, however, went from extreme to extreme. I threw myself into my emotions, into my window-shattering rage or endless brooding. I wasn't happy, I was euphoric. I wasn't sad, I was miserable." – Isabella Lombardi, Of Violent Lineage, chp 1.