Have you ever noticed how when your writing all the people are doing stuff for a reason, there’s actual thought and plot, no one does stuff because it seemed like a good idea at the time or they were bored or whatever.
I can’t get a hold of the confusion that goes on in actuality in peoples heads. And if I try to then it just looks a mess on paper. It might just be that I’m a shit writer, or at least confused when not writing about the end of a world in some way.
Nanowrimo word count for any interested parties: 2083.