Ugh, season change. I have been sick since Thursday evening and am none too happy about it. I got behind on NaNo, and now the flow that I had going has come to a screeching halt. So, to make myself feel better, I have slept almost all day (minus time to go to work and reschedule all of my clients) and have watched three episodes of the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It hasn't gotten my writer's block to go away (and fleh, only three days into it), but I have enjoyed seeing some of my favorite characters as they once were. The innocence of Willow, the completely self-absorbed and oddly self-aware Cordelia, the immature jealousy of Xander, and of course, the much less experienced, cheerier Buffy. Even with this most recent viewing, I can connect with these characters and remember how I was when I was their ages. God, was that really over 10 years ago?? I never thought that I'd ever reach 21 when I was 17, let alone be nearly 28.
And now this has me thinking about my own characters. Are they going to be as relatable as Buffy and her friends? Are they going to grow, expand, change? And nowwwww, I'm all nervous and wanting to go back into my little hole where no one else sees my stuff. Why am I such a baby about this? >:(