An appropriate reaction to a difficult morning.
When I write, I put myself in the characters’ shoes, and 90% of the time cursing seems like a really appropriate response to whatever the situation is. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same if you woke up after ripping your comforter with your brute werewolf strength after a weird nightmare.
Oh hey, look at that crow! I referenced the shit out of that crow, mostly because I have nooooo idea how to draw a crow and my last attempt in chapter 2 left me not super happy. So here’s a better crow. What’s that crow’s deal? I don’t know, don’t worry about it.
I am back from a weekend in New Orleans with my friends! Which sounds quite debauched but I’m a very boring person, so mostly we did historical nerdy things. It’s a pretty cool city and I could totally see myself living there if I didn’t melt in the extreme heat like ice cream. I am too delicate. Also, I kind of like snow. Don’t tell anyone I said that, because in all likelihood, that’ll mean we’ll end up with like, five feet of snow on the ground by the end of October and then everyone will blame me.