TheLynxWrites

Stories don’t end on the page.

The Deeper Layer

This blog is the deeper layer of my stories.

Think of it as the director’s notes, an annotated script, a mood board for a story not fully told.

Here, you’ll find:

✦ fragments and excerpts from my writing

✦ thoughts and notes on the writing process

✦ sometimes reading

✦ sometimes memes

✦ and everything in between

I write because I love it — and because I need to create.

Currently publishing: My Dear Nerd — a psychological slow-burn BL.

You can read it on Wattpad.

What will we find along the way?

Let’s discover it together.

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living slow burn: WHAT DID THAT LOOK MEAN? WHAT WAS THAT TOUCH??

Our brains are genuinely bad at telling fantasy from reality.

What we read, what we watch — it registers as real experience.

That grief you felt reading a book? Your brain lived it.

An 11-year-old outcast.

A literature teacher who paused, looked up from the page and asked — genuinely surprised — "did you write this yourself?"

And when the girl nodded, she said quietly: "it's beautiful."

With eyes that meant it.

That was the beginning.

me: I put people through emotional hell

my therapist: excuse me?

Because silence was also an option.

You could have left the story unspoken.

You could have kept the ideas private.

You could have chosen comfort.

But you didn’t.

Some days you do nothing. Don't want to. Or can't. The pages stay empty — like snow on a mountaintop.

Some days are neither.

author: "…he brushed his thick mustache"

me: I'M SORRY????

someone: so what do you write?

Caring about their choices, their reactions, their silence as if they were real—

When I was writing chapter 2, my goal was simple: make the reader feel MC1's denial of his own interest in MC2 before he feels it himself. Not through thoughts. Through his body.

Chapter 2 is called "Voice" because Kyle meets Darren through sound before he ever properly sees him.

The challenge: how do you introduce a character who isn't physically present? Darren takes over a phone call, speaks too fast for Kyle to interrupt, and in two minutes manages to get himself invited over. You learn everything about him through rhythm and confidence — not description.

The pen dropping was the moment I knew the dynamic was working. Kyle doesn't blush, doesn't stammer. His hands just stop cooperating. That's a reaction that's harder to deny than a feeling.

"Kyle's fingers stopped cooperating. The pen slipped from his hand and hit the desk with a dull thud."

even when you’re not writing.

They’re still there

existing somewhere in the background

You can’t refine what isn’t there.

You can’t improve an empty page.

Perfection is a later stage.

Existence comes first.

So you write something slightly wrong.

Slightly awkward. Slightly unfinished.

Not every arc needs acceleration. Not every chapter needs a dramatic spike.

Some stories expand slowly. Like lungs.

You could rush it.

You could force a climax.

But if your credo is depth over speed, then restraint is part of the craft.

You’re not racing anyone.

me: well…

that "just a romance novel" — was there for me for years.

through exams. losing people. getting seriously ill.

in the hardest moments, I always came back to it.

until you have to connect two scenes

and suddenly...

time, logic and emotional continuity

"it won't fit"

"just relax"

"I can't"

"you can"