That moment when your characters are becoming sentient and so independent that you’re nothing sure if the ideas are yours or your characters’.

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

MOOD.

I swear to god, I show the characters the chapter outline and say, “okay now do this.”

And those fuckers just go, “Nah, nah… We’re gonna do this instead.”

And suddenly the whole story has changed??? Control is an illusion.

Relateable