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Writing update:

I started yet another project. Yep. But I've been planning and brainstorming this one since October 2022, so IT'S ABOUT TIME I WROTE IT!! And my WC (word-count) goal for it is 30,000 words. . . IN ONE MONTH!! Don't waste your breath telling me I'm crazy- 'cuz I already know.

Life in general update:

*coughs* Another fairly boring couple of weeks for me. . .

Song recommendation:

Worn by Tenth Avenue North. A friend recommended this song to me, and it immediately made me think of Nolas, one of the MCs (main characters) from my fantasy novella The Healer's Grace. (In case that name sounds familiar but you never heard of The Healer's Grace before, I'll just drop a little note that Nolas is also the name of my cat.)

Poem or writing excerpt:

I decided to share the prologue of the story mentioned above (possibly to be titled The Time Train). A little note: The MC is a witch (but in the main story he realizes the witches are evil and runs away). I haven't gotten a blurb yet, either, but this is a sci-fi/fantasy story with time travel.

Serval, Dormant Quadrant, day thirteenth, 634

"Who am I?"

The words came out of my mouth as soon as they entered my head. Muarinae looked up from her knitting and frowned at me.

"Serval," she said, her voice crackly like an old paper being crinkled up.

"I know my name," I said, "But a name is just a name. A person is more than that."

"Come," Muarinae sighed as she stood. I followed her into her room and found myself in front of her mirror. Like I needed to be reminded of what I looked like. My hair needed to be cut so it wasn't all the way down to my shoulders almost as badly as it needed to be brushed. Most twelve-year-old boys don't care what they look like, but I sure did.

Muarinae appeared in the mirror behind me. "You are who you see in the mirror," she said, "You are Serval, and you live here at the Witch Tower because you are a witch-in-training. I'm your guardian and teacher."

This was getting nowhere. "Who are my parents? Where are they now? If they're dead, what happened to them? Did I have any siblings? How did I end up here?"

Muarinae sighed again. "Your last name is Gray. I'm not allowed to tell you who your parents are or where they are, or why you are here. You have a younger sister out there somewhere, but I'm not allowed to tell you where. I've already told you more than I should have."

"Thank you," I said, "I won't tell anyone you told me anything, but I will keep searching for answers whether you will help me or not."

"I hope you never find them," she said, "If you knew, it could divide the whole kingdom of Animalia."

"I will keep searching for answers and hope for a happy ending."

"Good luck, Serval Gray," she said, "But I'm afraid you will not find a happy ending."

The Word:

(For all my fellow YDubbers who miss Kanasy)

You are welcome to download this verse graphic and share it. The KJV version is public domain.

Random other stuff:

One of my new hobbies (and excuses for procrastination) is scrolling through random picture prompts on YDubs (my online writing community).

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