For 'Into the Gallows', it was sort of meant to be a one shot because the prologue was the scene I wanted to write so bad back in 2021. I had an idea of the story, and wanted to work my way into THAT scene. But fast forward to 2024 and I'm working on a mystery, crime-fighting story (a completely different project
), and I'm just...completely blocked. You know what happens to your phone when there's no WiFi? The feeling is like that. Lost and so, so frustrating.
So I checked on some drafts, saw the pitch for Into the Gallows, and was like, "oh wow old me pitched this REAL good, lemme greenlight this right now, because aside from the being the pitcher i am also the executive board of this one-man writing team LOL"
I was fucking around in that make-believe corpo scenario in my head that words just kind of flowed and all of a sudden shit was playing in my mind like the first episode of a BL series and I had 30 mins to convince production that we need funds for this!! There is demand! BY ME!!! 
And by the time I was finished with the prologue, I was so pissed that it ended there that I wrote another chapter. And another. And now I ditched the crime-fighting WIP to finish this. The prologue was titled love at first death sentence, and ironically, it was also like that for me, as the author. I fell in love with it, first sentence off the bat.
And if y'all don't believe me, it's really the title AND the first sentence! I stand by this! I was even cackling like a madman because my mind was like, "you're pulling shit out of your own ass man HAHAHA YOU CANT DO THIS THAT'S NOT A DECENT OPENER"
But I was all like, "Try me."
That sounds cool but it's just a very dramatic rendition of the rapid firing of the synapses in my brain
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