these two new each other for ten years before the start of the story, since they were about 8 years old. I'd already put in hints of something more between them, having them always touch and be close to each other, things like that, but I hadn't planned for it to go anywhere until the middle of my novel. Right now I'm nearing the end of chapter two, and I felt something nagging at me to make them come together now.
Follow that nagging feeling! It's a first draft; it'll get rewritten a million times anyway. A first draft is where you just get it down and follow your instincts.
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo
Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.
You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. — Dallas Winston, The Outsiders
