Well, I’ve turned in a first draft! There will be a story! A damn monster of a story, I don’t know what happened, or how anyone is going to be patient enough to read all 75-80.000 (depending on how the rewrite goes) words of it… but I did it!
London was good and bad, bad because I realized that some places are just too connected to my mom for me to ever be able to enjoy them again. Good because I now know I can enjoy the city on my terms. I’ll never be able to enjoy it the way I did when we traveled there, It’ll never be the same and parts of it I can’t take back but I found other parts of the city to replace them with, that are just for me.
Xenodike 