Welp, my dudes. Christmas break is here. Finally, a time to sit back and be myself. I might write. When I find the time, but I can't make any guarantees. I'm thinking about starting a new book. "Ino Imagines." It would be composed of short stories that pop into my head never make it into the real deal, my original. If something happens in my life when I know it could've gone another way, I write out what I think would happen and I sorta just let it go. The sad times, I scribble out my frustrations. The happy times, I make them better. The terrifying times, I tremble as I type. The infuriating times, my fingers blur, dashing across the keyboard with careless haste. Hate to burst your bubble, but I have for sad times than happy. I only wish the opposite.
So wait for that, my friends. I'm looking towards it myself.