Currently we’re sitting at about 20,000 words, a decent count for just over a month’s work.
What I didn’t account for, are all the enraging facts about how women are so grossly misrepresented in medical research, in medical education and in the healthcare system in general. It has not only opened my eyes to the fact that gender disparity is still very real, but also to the fact its so real that its a problem, it literally leads to more death in women. Come on.
Once I entered into the corporate workforce, woof, it didn’t get much better. And trust, most men these days are fine, not perfect but fine. But some. Some? They can kiss my balls, my big fat female balls, which is exactly what they deserve.
My current romance project has me thinking, why did I lean so heavily into my stories of grief and loss? Of pain and trials? Certainly, it makes for a good story simply because of the conflict that comes of that, but it was something more. I was working under the assumption that a sad story is a good story.