It's always terrifying heading out to be social, given I do it once a month. (However would you guess, given my wonderful sparkling wit in text? Hah.) I always pity the people forced to interact with me given I don't leave the house for 27-30 days.
As irritating as I am to everyone else though, I do have fun. Plus, I got to over-shoulder read some of Riza's writing which was awesome because I enjoy it, the style appeals to me.
Apparently I'm not only doing Camp NaNo (I wasn't intending to...) but thanks to Google Calendar fucking me over we're having an end-of-month meet too, which should be handy because ahahahah I have no plot. There are three sections or so for a third arc for Alex and Milos I didn't want to write because not finished the others, but I don't know what order they go in or, in fact, where to start beyond breaking Alex as a precipitating event.
Oh and the whole bit about hating writing. I mean, what's the point when I can sit here imagining it all without having to deal with the hassle of writing it down?
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.