it’s kind of poetic how me and my neighbor’s rooms (we’re best friends since babies) are always the only windows in the cul-de-sac that still have their lights on at midnight
BSuilding my fantasy world one chapter at a time,Sometimes progress is rewriting.
Iometimes progress is writing.
spent three days restructuring chapters—not because I disliked them, but because I finally understood what this story wanted from me.