i am xanatos

I don’t remember this point in writing Forgotten. I think the middle bit just blurred together because the turning point in the story wasn’t until Ch. 16. Wasn’t even sure I’d done the breaks correctly because I changed my notebook size and lost the page for page approximation. Seems I have a good sense for the length of 7,000 words or twenty pages. Yeah me. Spending a whole day 7:30 am to 11:30 pm thinking and talking as Xanatos was intense. Surprisingly still in the zone and noticing weird things about him. He’s maturing a bit and starting to notice things like clothing and body language. Relying less on intuition, because he’s moving out of the victim state he’s lived in for so long. But as soon as he feels threatened its right back to desperately watching faces and eyes for the hint of violence. Hadn’t really thought about analyzing him, but was pretty happy to see he was developing even while I was agonizing over some of the subplots and pacing. Thanks to Matt for being curious about my progress. Procrastination seems like such a lovely option when the writing gets tough for me. My old, immature habits.