It grew through the split until I couldn’t bite down on that side anymore. I could hear my jaw stretching, making room for the intrusion. When I could still speak, the movements of my mouth sounded like a creaking door. I live in Southend, up at Reindeer Lake.
Fighting and clawing against the feeling that I should be writing faster and that it shouldn’t take me like 3 years to write one novel
who am I racing against????? GOD????
tend to forget that they are actually speaking to a human and not some god who can create miracles or be at their disposal to whatever demands they have. It’s frustrating cuz sometimes I just want to cuss them out and tell it how it is sadly I can’t hahaha