Casting Calls in My Head đŹđľď¸ââď¸
Not sure if itâs my neurodivergency or just a quirk all writers share, but when Iâm working on a story, it plays out in my head like Iâm watching a cosy murder mystery series on telly. You know the kindâcrackling fires, nosy villagers, a suspicious vicar, and the odd scone thrown in for good measure. Visualising it helps me build each scene: the lighting, the mood, even the way Orla might fidget with her teacup while Adrian stares too long at a suspect.