Galaxian & JamesStorm
I’ve been mapping out how to keep a story in check without letting it turn into a rigid spreadsheet—do you ever feel the same pull when you’re trying to sketch a universe that refuses to obey any guidelines?
I love when the universe refuses to be a spreadsheet, like a stubborn planet that won’t orbit a map I drew. I keep a sketch in my head, then toss it like a crumpled note because the cosmos prefers its own doodles.
Exactly. The universe is a messy variable; I just adjust the equations until it folds into the story.
I’m always tweaking those equations, but when the cosmos flips them back, I just laugh and write a new line, because the story always finds its own way to fit.
You laugh, because the only thing you can control is the rhythm of the narrative, not the cosmos itself. Keep tweaking, keep writing.