Things have been hectic, but are going well. Overall.
I have written a lot on the project K. and I are doing together.
Currently, I'm working on background material for the character of Marcel who most likely won't appear even just by name in the final novel, but whose presence is fundamental to K's character, JL, and thus we have to work out a lot of backstory for the two of them, Marcel and JL, in order to actually be able to eventually write the epistolary novel between JL and my other character, Marie-Claude.
So, I'm writing a lot of short stories, flash fiction and drabbles to define that backstory. And having a lot of fun with it! Marcel is one of my most favourite original characters and he's been extremely important to my creative writing for more than 10 years now.
So far, I've written 13 full short stories, plus an X-mas calendar of 24 200-word stories, plus a drabble of varying lengths for every day in October. It's been a ride.
I wrote his kinda "origin story" over summer, in a novella called "Only When It's Over" (after the Stromae song, Alors on Danse) and I love the result, so much that I've now made it my November project to translate/rewrite it into Danish. I've reread the story over the past weeks and made notes on what scenes to keep or change/scrap, so I'm ready for when the November writing madness begins next week.
K., although not as active writing-wise as me - mostly due to other obligations, such as work and piano practice, has been extremely supportive and read absolutely everything I've put out, chatted scenarios and set-up with me at all possible occasions, plus just made me realize how special a collab work like this can be.
Writing has always been a part of our relationship, but this is the most "serious" we've ever been about producing something more concrete together. I look forward to bringing it to fruition, but even if we never do? The process has been wonderful so far.
She surprised me yesterday when she got home from work.
She'd picked up a package from the post office on the way, and I thought it was something for herself, because she does a lot of online shopping, but when I turned around after putting away groceries, she held out this beautiful little Paperblanks notebook to me. It was in the design called "Holland Spring" and I had squeed about that little book just weeks earlier on Plurk, because I really wanted it for my Marcel translation/rewriting project.
Marcel has spent a majority of his life living in Amsterdam - and he is of Dutch heritage, although born and raised in Luxembourg. That was one reason that specific design seemed fitting. Another was that the naive style fits his always kinda simplistic/childish world view while I also kinda like the grit of him, the tattoos and the gunfire, contrasted by this cutesy, glittery cover.
It was perfect. And she was perfect, getting it for me, although I honestly already have too many notebooks, several mostly or totally empty ones that I could've used. I felt so seen and understood. I felt so encouraged and loved.
The feeling sits with me still.
October - or preptober as it's known in my usual writing circles - is over soon. Before that, I have at least one more Marcel short story to write (which I scribbled down the dialogue for today at open mic night), seven drabbles and a write-in to attend on Sunday for my Discord writing group's local writers.
And I feel on top of all that. Not just do I have energy for it, but I enjoy it right now. I know this can change very quickly, but until then I'm just basking in actually functioning relatively normally.
Hoping it will last all November. December can be whatever, but please let November be good. Writing God, I beg of you...