PossessiveTomato

Yeah… deleting stuff really is the easiest fix, and honestly I’ve relied on that more than once. But with Emerald, the issues aren’t just one or two—it’s kinda a whole collection of chaos.
          
          It started with that super eye-catching last name, Wittelsbach. I just thought it sounded cool at first, had no idea it was actually from a Bavarian royal dynasty… and yeah, that came back to bite me. Like—Czarina is supposed to be a witch from Kievan Rus’, so why on earth would her kids have a German last name? So I ended up building this whole family tree for the Wittelsbachs in the book, from Czarina all the way down to Isabelle.
          
          But then another issue popped up—maybe not a full-on bug, but still messy. If Czarina’s from Kievan Rus’ and comes from a prince’s line, she should have a surname of her own, right? And I spent way too long trying to figure that out… got nowhere… so in the end I just deleted her last name completely. Problem solved (kind of lol). Now she’s just Czarina, and I gave her a husband from the Holy Roman Empire instead.
          
          And then there’s the latest headache—something I actually noticed while outlining but never fully fixed: what year was Nymphadora even born? Because of Isabelle and Andromeda’s timeline, her birth has to be pushed back at least two years in this story, and it has to be after 1974. One reason is that Isabelle falls into a coma in October 1974, and only after that can Andromeda run off with Teddy and get married. The other reason is just logistics—Professor Isabelle’s classes are only open to fifth-years and above.
          
          Lately I’ve been going back through everything I’ve written, and there are just… little inconsistencies everywhere, plus parts where my writing style feels kinda immature. It’s honestly driving me insane. Part of me really wants to just wipe it all and start over—but I can’t bring myself to do it because of your comments.

I’m literally paying the price right now for my trash math skills and nonexistent memory. Because of that combo, I completely messed up the timeline, and now the later chapters have a fatal plot hole. It’s been 14 days since my last update and I still haven’t fixed the outline… I’m actually about to cry

My germaphobia is getting worse. I’ve been washing my hands way too often lately. And the worst part? I literally kicked my cat plushie off the bed in my sleep toda(′へ`、 )

I’ve been lowkey addicted to Stardew Valley lately and I married Haley. For her I actually decorated my whole house AND the farm, which is wild bc I usually do not care about that stuff at all.
          
          I even installed mods just so she’d go out more after marriage.
          
          Now I wake up and the first thing I do is open Stardew and check what Haley’s doing. Like girls I’m actually just following her around like a little simp.
          
          I feel like all my brain space is just her now… she’s literally stolen all my motivation to update my fic for the time being ＼(*T▽T*)／

I accidentally unfollowed someone again (T＿T)
          
          I only follow 4 people, so my profile doesn’t show the full list—when I opened it, I misclicked and hit the button. This is literally the second time it’s happened. At this point I’m too scared to follow her again because of my own clumsy mistake.
          
          I’m sorry. I don’t even know if you’ll ever see my profile, but I swear I didn’t mean anything by it. I like you and I’m really sorry ( p′︵‵。)

The community updates here just keep getting worse. They turned the old notifications into this whole “updates” thing, and now I can literally see when people I follow bookmark books.
          
          Like… I really don’t need to know what they’re saving. I love these people, genuinely, but what someone keeps in their bookmarks feels kinda private to me. And honestly, why are we timestamping it too? That part is just unnecessary.

I’m feeling a lot calmer now—or maybe I should say I’ve just accepted it.
          
          In just the past couple of weeks, one bad thing after another has happened, and now each situation is already set in stone with a bad ending. Neither I nor any of my friends who wanted to help could change the outcome.
          
          One of these events had me completely anxious and upset. Because of a manager’s oversight, my official retirement date was pushed back by at least six months—totally through no fault of my own. At the time, I completely lost it; I couldn’t control my emotions. Just to clarify, I’m not in my fifties or sixties yet. I don’t mean any offense—I just want to say that even though I still have a long way to go before retirement, adding six extra months on top of that made it really hard to laugh it off or pretend it didn’t matter.
          
          If only one bad thing had happened, I would’ve stayed anxious and sad. But when the number of bad things crossed a certain point, I strangely became calm—because life couldn’t possibly get any worse.

I've caught a cold again, can't stop feeling drowsy, and am pulling through the toughest month of February

I did not know you liked Resident Evil and am so nervous you have read a little bit of my book HAHA

HAPPY NEW YEAR LIL BUDDY