I consult this map frequently.
Procured this old coffee grinder today ($15, still works). Helen used coffee grinders to crush her colored glass.
It’s spring in Nieu Bethesda. How I long to be back.
Revisions
Finding it hard to sit down and revise my novel (so big, such a mess), I’ve turned to short stories to give myself a jumpstart. It worked, but now I seem to be more interested in threading off that short story into something larger instead of revising my novel.
Not exactly sure if it would be wise to keep writing away from The Owl House or not. This week I’ve dedicated myself to working on it. Let’s see if this works.
When you dream of your protagonist
Had a dream about Helen a few nights ago. She held my wrists in her cold hands. I touched her feet. I told her I would try my best.
Two days ago, I found out The Owl House is crumbling due to a lack of funds for upkeep.
Been stalling on the rewrite in lieu of of few short stories. Got to get back to The Owl House.
