I’ve begun to scribble about plot.
Yes, I’ve put an actual pencil to paper and started to sketch out the most rudimentary of storyline bones. There is no turning back now.
In my misfiring brain circuitry, once a writing implement enters my hand and scars a pristine piece of paper I have committed to seeing the project through to its end.
I feel like some colossal gong has just been sounded and the world has gone silent, waiting.