For those very few who have been waiting for me to paint new things, many apologies. I’ve lately been distracted with a novel, the concept birthed in writing around last week. Or two weeks ago, at the very most - I had been texting myself little phrases earlier.
I can’t promise anything wonderful, or worth reading. I can’t promise a publication, but it’s a story I’ve been obsessed over, a world I’ve created all of my own. I’m 25 years of age, and life simply feels to be slipping by. Sometimes, one needs to take a chance, for their creative side to truly blossom. I’ve immediately fallen in love with my off-beat characters ever since I sat down and fleshed my texts out and I really want them to see their day in the sun.
So far, it's about 18k of words.
