Okay so… small update about me and Black Halo.
This story started really good for me. Like the kind of good where ideas keep coming nonstop, the plot feels exciting, everything connects, and you’re just sitting there like “oh wow okay this is getting crazy.”
And then I hit a point where I just… stopped.
Not because I didn’t want to write. My brain was just empty in the worst way. I still had a lot of ideas in my notes, but none of them could actually push the story toward the plot I want. And anything I tried felt forced — like I’d be writing just to keep writing, not because the story genuinely needed it.
So I started deleting ideas again and again.
Mostly for two reasons:
1. I don’t want Black Halo to feel like Red Cell 2.0.
2. I want the dynamic between Joong and Dunk to be weird and complex for everyone watching — staff, wardens, nurses. I want people to feel confused about where the power is, what’s real, what’s manipulation, what’s protection… and I want Dunk to have more power, in his own way.
But because I knew exactly what I wanted, I couldn’t just throw random scenes in there. So I paused. For days. Because if it doesn’t feel right, I’m not forcing it.
And then today… I was on the train and suddenly one idea hit me really hard.
And the second that happened, everything opened up again. One thought turned into five, five turned into fifteen, and my notes are full again. Like FULL full. My brain has been loud all day, even at work. I kept grabbing my phone like “wait—write that down.”
So yeah… now I’m excited again. Not because what’s coming is “nice” (it’s Black Halo… it’s dark), but because the story finally has that clear shape again. Like it clicked back into place.
And now I can actually write it the way I want to.
Okay. That’s it. Back to suffering.
