'She had spent many months avoiding the ‘call’, as it were. It had been quiet at first, easy to ignore. But that was before the doors in the West Wing had been sealed off. Before the constant, unending fires burning in the ancient, crumbling fireplaces. Before the howling winds that whipped through barren corridors.
Before the shadows began to whisper.'
Hi hi hi. Guess who's back at it again with the writing! It's me. It's been a hot minute and I'm so so so sorry but I've been super busy trying to make things Happen.
However, Mildred (previously Violet of The Wanderer & The Witchfinder) has been exceptionally loud these past for days and I need to share her story.
Now, I need all of the music recommendations to get me into the swing of writing again! GO.