My introvert battery is so drained. Might limit my conversations to one or two people until I start feeling like myself again.
But my parents want to go downtown for Fiesta today… which is the opposite of staying away from people. Oh well.
Going to try to update Lucky Us tomorrow if my miserable little arms are up for it. I’m in a good position: 1400 words, which could put today’s word count at 2400, which means the chapter will be finished easily on Sunday. But I can’t forget about my schoolwork, either. That teaching philosophy won’t write itself.
*stares at the ceiling* Considering Makoto’s role in a certain story… seems things are happening inside her head, or at least within her memory… a paranoid alcoholic burdened by the need to write… her name meaning “truth”… her unwillingness to be dragged into a war… the kanji for “freedom” tattooed between her shoulders where wings would be…
There is a story here. A sad and heavy story. “I bore witness to these events. I took part in these events. These people were my family and friends and no one will remember who they were or what they died for if I don’t write it down.”
Back to Adrien and Gabriel.