Watson Monologue - Blog Posts
How's the writing going, you say?
I was typing out my novel on my phone, looked up, and saw this. To clarify, I meant satin-LINED cavity, describing a casket.
Well, I hit my head on a toilet water tank today, so I can't expect myself to act rationally.
The story is about a vampire opera house. I played with the idea of adding Erik into it, but I didn't expect him to pop up out of nowhere to give one of my characters a house tour.
I think he wants to kill the vampires now, and I don't know what to do. How little control I actually have over my writing never fails to surprise me.
(More gremlin sphynx cat Erik here, fancy hat cowboy Phantom here)
I'm an ancient vampire, confirmed. I honestly thought KYS meant 'keep yourself safe'.
aww he’s sending kisses 😚
I was reading POTO in French and remembered that this existed, and everything seems a little less bleak. Thank goodness for art.
I sometimes wonder if I'm selfish for spending my time and life on something so immaterial as art. I forget that it's what keeps me sane.
It's not escapism; it's a fight to understand. Immaterial is not the same as useless. It's easy to forget these things.
(I intended this reblog to be a joke about how I've forgotten Erik is French - I imagine him having an RP accent after watching the musical - but I got punched in the face by a dose of Doom and Gloom so here we are. Apologies.)
Local Sad French Man