It's occurred to me that my main passion project, my magnum opus of writing, something I've been working on since I was 13 and I'm now 20, has spiralled into something much bigger than I ever planned.
It would probably be best described as young adult contemporary urban low fantasy with magical realism meets mystery and action with elements of romance, plus at some point I want to write a side story that connects to it that's set in the same universe that's portal fantasy to a world of high fantasy with themes of rebellion and again some romance...and this is all so much more than 13 year old me could have ever dreamed of creating; such a stretch from the happy go lucky story about a bunch of vaguely magical teens at school. So on one hand, I'm proud of how far I've come. On the other, I have to wrangle this jumbled mess of ideas into something coherent and enjoyable 😂
It's going to be a fun challenge, so long as I can actually convince myself to start chipping away at it instead of remaining so absolutely crippled by the fear that I won't do it justice.
This must be the third or fourth time I've begun rewriting it. Wish me luck?
/You know, to make this worse, I haven't written consistently for over two years until recently and I'm having to ease myself back into it writing a fanfiction. Something I don't at all regret and that I'm enjoying immensely and I feel very grateful that I suddenly found myself with the inspiration to write again at all, as I had begun to worry I had somehow grown out of this thing I enjoy so much. But I can't help but feel a little guilty that I'm always talking about doing, but never actually DOING when it comes to this magnum opus of mine.