I handwrote the Damon/Miranda letters months ago to feel more in character, and now I’m running into the problem of never being in the mood to transcribe them.
And here I had been fantasizing about posting two a week. Ha. Ha. I’m such a slacker.
I’m going to bluntly tell you right now, I don’t know how to end the letters. I don’t particularly want to write nine years of Miranda and Damon writing each other back and forth, but I would like to include the resolution at the end.
I’m probably going to have to switch over to third-person narration for the finale.
It will be epic and beautiful. Reduce you to tears, and all that jazz. So A-MAY-ZIIING.
My husband pointed out that their story is pretty far outside of the usual romance genre formula — but I’m good at being offbeat and weird.
It’s ‘normal’ that I struggle the most with.
Considering that I’ve never really lived ‘normal.’
Just wait until I start posting the Carol/Hartmann stuff I’ve been writing, lmao.