So my kid ...we'll call him Bear for future reference, has been a huge motivator in getting me to work on my fic. He asks me frequently what I've worked out for the plot, asks great question about the mythological engine of it and challenges my character arcs with scary insights.
(like seriously, he saved one of my antagonists from a really boring fate)
Bear seemed personally offended when I said months ago that I wasn't including events from DMC or AWE. I'm assuming his offense comes from his fondness for Davy Jones. So when I planning an entire modification of DMC to fit where my fic ends, he was super interested, and it was really fun to bring him into the brainstorming of a sequel.
But he has recently taken to scolding me for even thinking of a sequel when I hadn't even finalized any chapters yet.
I told him the other day that I'd finally done it: finished the prologue plus 2 chapters and posted them.
Bear was... unimpressed. He implied I should have more done by now and not have spent so much time thinking through my sequel 😅
It made me laugh so hard, because that's just an occupational hazard of writing fanfiction, I feel?
I pointed out that it's a miracle I've finally gotten this far. After having these characters live in my head for as long as they have, they're FINALLY out there.
And my dear sweet child looked at me and said BUT ISN'T THAT WORSE?
Never would have guessed that I'd spawn my own writing drill sergeant.
...Bear is holding me to completing the next chapter today. 🙃
