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.
