Five gifts Teo and Motts (from Poisoned Primrose) would want:
1. Teo: Yarn
Motts: Origami Paper
2. Teo: Historical Books
3. Teo: Chocolate
4. Teo: Chocolate
5. Teo: Chocolate
(Image by Alexander Stein from Pixabay)
What was the most difficult part of writing Poisoned Primrose?
That was the only hard part of writing late year’s NaNoWriMo novel.
I had the idea for Pineapple Mottley almost a full year before I was able to write her story. I began creating the book bible (where I put research, plot notes, etc) long before I wrote a single word. It was the story I wanted to write.
I had to slog through three other stories first.
And they were a slog.
2019 was a hard year where each story seemed harder to write than the last.
When I finally got to Poisoned Primrose, it felt like the heavens opened and the angels were singing. The book was a joy to write from beginning to end. None of it was hard.
I didn’t have to push myself or struggle for what happened next.
It was bliss.
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Post National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), I’m often drained and exhausted. And while, I found myself tire and definitely in need of a break in December. It wasn’t the same.
I didn’t feel defeated or emotionally wrung out like I did in 2017 or 2018.
This NaNo, I reveled in writing for the first time in over twelve months.
Between November 2018 and November 2019, only two things changed. I wrote a story I’d wanted to write for over a year and a half. But more importantly, I had more of an outline than I’d ever used before.
I read (well, skimmed) Save the Cat! Writes a Novel. I used a bastardized version of the beat sheet to time my chapters out. And I found it helped a great deal with pacing and not writing too quickly (one of my greatest sins as an author.)
I also outlined the who, what, where, why and when. I didn’t actually have an outline so much as putting down the details for the victim, several suspects, and the killer. It helped keep track of them all, which is important in a cosy mystery.
What I also enjoyed was writing an autistic, asexual main character who happened to have an asexual love interest. I’m going to enjoy exploring their connection more as the series continues.
I had the most enjoyable experience with NaNo ever.
And I definitely believe it showed on the page.
Did you take part in NaNo?
April is generally considered ‘Autism Awareness’ month. I prefer Autism Acceptance. I do not support Autism Speaks. I do not light it up blue. I am not a puzzle piece.
I thought for my second Monday Blog in April. I’d discuss another aspect of my life as an autistic adult.
One of the greatest dangers that face an autistic adult is not having sufficient information to deal with adult issues.
I’ve noticed a trend where non-autistics tend to infantilize autistics as teens and adults. They treat us as though we’re incapable of making decisions and caring for ourselves. And that is definitely not accurate.
It can and often does lead to a number of issues as we grow up.
One of which is sex and sexuality. I can only speak for myself here and my experiences, though. As we always say, when you’ve met one autistic…you’ve met one autistic.
I grew up in a very sheltered environment. I was the adopted child of closed-minded Baptist missionaries. I didn’t even know autism exited until I was in my twenties. I knew I was different, but not why.
Being sheltered and undiagnosed led to a number of issues. One being a serious lack of knowledge about sex. This all happened before ‘googling’ was a thing. I had no access to information–and no idea I needed information.
That, to me, is the most dangerous thing.
All these instinctual things non-autistics seem to grasp.
I had no idea how sex worked. How safe sex worked. I had no clue that there were different sexualities.
It seems ridiculous and incomprehensible, but it’s true.
Education is important. CRITICALLY important for autistics.
I had to learn the hard way. I had to educate myself. I made humiliating mistakes. My dating history is littered with bad decisions I could’ve avoided with a little knowledge.
And I’ve completely lost my train of thought. Thanks, Brain. I’ll end this post here.
Bonus round of unrelated yet related things I wish:
– Society didn’t mock adults looking for information that people consider ‘common sense.’
– People wouldn’t say ‘there’s no such thing as a stupid question’ without meaning it.