Celaena in General
- Sept. 29, 2019, 12:54 a.m.
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Right in front of me the whole time.
For years I have tried to see her. I knew she was Spanish. I knew she was fierce. I knew she was beautiful.
But because the character was a composite, as a writer I still couldn’t see HER. The intensity, the vulnerability. The physical grab you by the throat and make you pay attention.
Today I was staring at my monitors. And said “Holy Shit.”
I can’t touch her. She can’t touch me for more than a moment. We can’t cry. We can’t even be forever.
Last updated September 29, 2019
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