Having inadvertently stumbled on the true cause of aging, I've decided to document my complaints before succumbing to natural causes. Of those complaints is the main cause of my anguish:
A blank sheet of paper! Harghhhh!
Okay. So early last year I had a really stupid thought, and It went something like:
"I like reading novels and daydreaming! Maybe I should try and write a proper story for once!"
And like, maybe somewhere along the way there was mention of crabs, rhubarb, pimento cheese, and visual novels.
Ba-da-bing! Ba-da-boom! My fate was doomed!
Cause now I'm making a visual novel.
Well, I'm not too worried about the other stuff since they're pretty straight forward.
But the story part? The other half of what makes up a visual novel?
Nooooo wayyyyyyy. How do people even write stories?
The only times I've ever written something was with a prompt and even then it was really weird (if not amusing for my geography teacher). I've tried looking up ways to plan a story but none of them really worked.
I feel like I'm the, 'regurgitate-random-thoughts-and-refine-it' type.
Now, I would totally do it that way... except I feel directionless on parts of the story that are actually supposed to have substance.
Hence, my anguish! I wanna stab a piece of paper!
I buy metal pens for a reason ya'know?!
Don't test me paper! I already have enough of those this time of yearrrr!!! OORYAHH!!!
(Oryah? What kind of shout is that...)
Mmm, I guess I'll write a short story and adapt that to a VN.
Sounds like the simplest way to go about it. Un.