I feel so drained right now. In every part of my life things break. Luckily its all minor, but i could really use something to trigger a sense of achievement again.
This chapter also plays a part in that. I know that if i come through this chapter, i ll most likely finish twisted. Of course thats my main goal and always in sight, but i have frequent moments of doubt - from way before i even started. I bet everybody has those when working on a big project. This page was one i dreaded - it was incredibly difficult to write. so much information so condensed.
It was a difficult dance to have L place G and B exactly where she wants them and play it off as favor. I had to construct the scene and characters for this. I put such an emphazis on Gabriel being good with weapons, but... she s just an insane tinkerer who likes to work on traps. Her weapons are tools in her eyes. What use is a flame thrower if it can t kill garbage disposal trucks, you know?
My world is starting to look like I am looking through a greased up window or walking in sludge. But nothing really is wrong. My loved ones are healthy, i don t suffer insecurity or discomfort. I know you, treacherous brain. Youll get a short vacation of more self loathing and pity, but then, I expect you back at the work desk!