Neither Rain, nor Zig, nor Xaph had my attention tonight.
I was hijacked by a harlequin.
Out of the middle of nowhere, girlfriend and I started working on a story about a young dancer who runs away to join the circus. Structure wise, it’s a mirror of Asylum. She has one single character to explore an unfamiliar world, a world I am responsible for providing and filling with characters to interact with. Surprisingly, about half a dozen circus characters jumped out of the woodwork to volunteer, so it’s been fairly easy writing.
But seriously, what the hell brain? Can we just pick a story and work on it please?
…and somewhere in the background, Xaphrael starts cackling.