SO if it isn't obvious.



Holy writing block batman. I mean, honestly, cripe. It's been hanging on me for five months.



BUT I MAY BE TRIUMPHANT AT LAST.

It seems my brain has awakened to prose again. I've been even tempted to write my sleep-deprived morning as a story. Oh ho, 'twould have been fun, if the mood had not been ruined by HORRIBLE CITY BUS FAIL.

But anyway. I keep getting bombarded by ideas. My first chapter has been a long time coming and it seems everything I've got right now (20 pages) is about to be added to the huge pile of scrap I've already accumulated. So about 40 pages and five months of work later I'm going to start over.


BUT I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO KEKEKEKEKE

Finally. Seriously.




Also I have commish to finish. That is priority. I am half done with it but. STABBITY STAB IS SO NOT MY FORTE.

AUGH.


But I will overcome! I must. I owe this. It's paid for and everything. And once it's done I can flyyyy through the rest.

I think.



Anyway. Still breathing. Fast, actually. Hyper from ideas and caffeine both. Score!



Expect some writing. Eventually.