So I had been writing this novel for a pretty long time.
Just whenever I feel a surge.
Sometimes I write other pieces that could be later added to the novel, but I tend to really favor building off one piece in particular, my so call “novel.”
It’s kind of crazy, something that started out as a google doc that was 2 pages long has really started to get heart and love… and it really has so much of my soul in it.
Anywho, today I checked and it is only at about one/fourth of a novels length. Which is fine. Because there is still so much story to be told. It is just amazing to me to really have a start to something like this. Something I really love so much.
It feels good to know that even though my head is always swirling in so many ways, and places, people and things… I have that. That piece of me will always exist.
I kindly ask that you remove your white ghost lady statue from your shop window. It leers into my bedroom during all the wee hours of the night and is a great disturbance to my sleep. While you only see your display during daylight, your neighbors have the misfortune of being haunted all night.
Thank you kindly,
Your petrified sleep deprived neighbor