So after a lot of weird things happening in my head (mostly me being unable to write anything), I think I'm going to write a novel again. It's a superstition of mine that, every April, I write a lengthy and probably good piece. The thing about this superstition is that it's so far been accurate and correct. As in, I do this in April.
My current novel is about time travel and it has a sort of fantasy feel (perhaps a bit fairytale - and that was not intended to sound like the Doctor Who reference my brain turned it into). It's also got psychological drama and philosophical plot points and it's probably going to be really good. And they meet Ludwig von Beethoven and accidentally become the reason we went deaf. Aha, have a spoiler, my friends.
(If you can't tell, I'm actually in a really good mood writing this, and this is unusual for me, especially as of late.)
