hi!! u, v and w for the ask game if you don’t mind! <3
oh gosh hi @eveesque [previously known as postmoderncaricatures] ♡ thank you so much for the ask and i am so happy to hear from you always :)
U: Do you want to be/are you professionally published or self-published?
I'd like to be published someday! Somehow haha. I'm not sure how I'll do it, but I will! I've been steadily building up a few stories and getting the feel of writing what feels most authentic to me by just keeping at it every day. You know how it is. I need to believe in myself and what I want to say first!
V: How would you feel if your story turned into a movie?
I think that would be surreal bc I watch my stories unfold in my head a little like movies already lol, but I think it'd be cool! I'd probably get to meet a lot of cool people and see a lot of cool things, and I've been steadily learning over the course of my life that that is okay, and in fact, leads to some of the best places I've ever been to. But the implications of it would be even bigger--that I've made something worth restating, that I've created a message important enough for more people to see, that what I said mattered, and well, in the end, isn't that what it's for, really? To declare with your fist shaking at the cruel and lonely world that you believe in a different fate, and then to pick up the pen and take that fate with every breath you have left--to say that I was here, I existed, and I mattered.
W: Are you a planner or a pantser? Or somewhere in between?
I am a pantser [ngl i googled this 😂]. Every time I write, I sit down, clear my brain, and then let the scenes unfold in front of me, like I said, as though I were watching a movie. I let my characters do whatever they want to do, and let the scenes unfold and take shape as they respond to my restlessly skeptical mind (wait, the Time Traveler appears at sunset and reappears an hour before sunset, but then stays past sunset, etc, etc.). It's actually quite fun, because when I write, I am actually there. I'm on the ledge of the skyscraper tasting the rain, I'm in the forest grove smelling the mist, I'm the subtle emotion flickering through the eyes of the little girl as she trembles alone on her make-believe island in the sand.