I'm about eight thousand words into my novel at this point, and I'm slowly accepting that the entire thing is going to take place along a single street in Boston.
I'm okay with it, mainly because it makes me think of my book like a sad, supernatural version of Friends, which is weird and only makes sense in my head, but yeah.
I think the only problem writing lately is that I've been jumping around so much. I keep straying from one scene to another without adding stuff in between to tie them together, mainly because I want to write as much as I can and by writing like this, I go faster. The problem though, is that right now any outside reader would be confused. Very confused.
I'm refraining from editing though, as suggested, and am just going to continue on as I am.
Other than that, writing has been going really well and I really love my characters and how they are developing.