My words are merely a shadow of what follows here. I let the pictures speak for themselves.


Oh, oh, what’s that say on it? Can’t quite read it? Let’s see if I can get closer…



The story is not yet finished, but the 50,000 words are. I will finish tomorrow. Tonight, I revel. There were a few days there where I really hated sitting down to write anything, but after it all: I am pretty damned proud of myself for doing this. Excited at the lifetime of bad writing to come! Soon as I’m done with the actual story (a scant few pages, monkeys!), another life goal will be checked off my list.

I am whittling away at them. Slowly, but relentlessly.

Off to read now, as promised. ;)