Snow, cold and warm holiday cheers.

Hey Raga-rootlings!

So I have been hard at work creating and typing up a few stories. The foreshadowing inspiration has been so much fun to work on that I should have a thriller short primed and ready to post for you all to read on Friday or Saturday. It is based on a question I have spent years asking people when I was younger and decided to make it a first-person view of how they are feeling and what is going on in their head as they go through their experience. I don’t want to give anything away about the story, but know that it is a little different than what I have written so far. 

I have been thinking about things that will challenge me and what are some things a writer would do you keep their creativity going. One of the things that have been on my mind lately has been Christmas. It’s that time of year, it’s on everyone’s minds so I thought what should I do come the last week of December? So my plan for you all is that I will post this week and next week for my foreshadowing challenge. I may take a week to spend on just writing so the first of December there won’t be any shorts posted. 

Don’t worry, that doesn’t mean there will be a week of nothing. I intend to still blog and keep you all up to date! I also have my final’s for university so there will be a lull in creativity as I will be focusing on studies. 

The other news I do want to share is that I decided to edit ‘Beauty and the Nerd’ and work on a posting schedule. It will not be as often as the shorts will be, however, I figured I have mentioned it enough that it will be a good test drive story. I have been struggling a little about how much NSFW content I am willing to post since there are some stories that are a little more graphic than others. Not saying that ‘B and N’ is a pure and innocent ongoing story, just keep in mind that it is a love story between girls so there will be light sexual content. Everything will have warning labels so anything you read is at your own risk. 

I also say this because one of my newest stories that I have been writing is about BDSM. A woman is looking to become a Dominatrix and meet a man who is absolutely clueless about the kink world. He is introduced into the kink world and they start their relationship as Dom and Sub. As much as I would enjoy sharing this once I have made more progress, I do want to keep my blogs clean so everyone can read and enjoy. As a new fresh writer, I am going to explore different topics and develop my sense of writing style so the sky is the limit! However, by doing so I don’t wish to scare away people who are supportive and want to continue to read my content. I will find a solution to this one day, but as I have said for now I will try to keep my writing at a constant PG16. I don’t know if that is an official rating, but I have decided that is what I am going for. 

Tracking back to where I was originally talking about, December! I know with covid, this year is going to be tough for everyone. I thought that in light of the season, I am going to write a few Christmas shorts. I want to try and write something fun and full of love since the majority of what I have so far is dark and horror. I am still working on a schedule for my posts, so the most I can promise is two or three short stories with a surprise (not so much surprise) Ongoing story! As long as the editing goes well, I will make sure that we have some good and heartwarming stories to share. 

As always, thank you for reading and please be safe to those who are living in Covid hot zones. We are here for each other during these rough times. If you need someone to talk to or just want some words of encouragement, please feel free to reach out to me. 

See you all again soon!

Turan Turnip

Scheduling my schedule.

Hello, my Raga-rootlings. 

I really hope that you are enjoying the short stories I’ve managed to post. I know I don’t have many followers just yet, but I am persistent! I have been thinking a lot about what I want to post in the future and what kind of inspirations to use. In fact, my post today is really about how scheduling and what I am going to do. 

In honesty, I have no idea what my posting schedule is going to look like. In reality, I have no constant schedule for myself. Last night I was laying in bed thinking, “Maybe I should start working on a daily time schedule for myself.” It was really an inspiring moment thinking about when I will wake up and all the different times I will do this and that. “I need to exercise, eat well and meditate.” I even looked up some really cool beginner workouts to plan for what I was going to do today. This lead to me being up until 3 am in the morning and of course the grand start to my planning was 11:45 before I rolled out of bed. I made coffee and did my pages with a renewed flame. “I need to do this, and that, and I want these things for my future.” All this gusto went into how I am going to start getting my adult life together. 

I am sure this is all too familiar with everyone who is trying to start something and keep consistent. With university classes being online and no more TESL classes to plan and teach, I feel a sudden void. This is all that lead to blogging in the first place and just looking for a creative outlet to keep my sated, but I think for the first time while I was taking a bath this evening that I realized much about my thoughts. In all of my plans and desires, I have noticed the overwhelming use of “needs” and “wants”. This may take a weird turn since this is also “shower thoughts” and we all know we have some really strange idea’s whistle washing ourselves. Mine came during me attempting to meditate to the sound of my breathing while submerged in the water. 

While I was teaching English, you never realize what kind of language you use when you speak. In my case, I say idioms a lot and “would” is a constant staple in asking questions. This is all fine and dandy when you are talking to someone who can comprehend the language since it takes a great deal of knowing saying and concepts. To someone who is at the learning level of a 3-year-old, you don’t know a lot of vocabulary to understand it. This is not to belittle the intelligibility of the students in the class, they just didn’t know enough English. If I was living in Japan or even China as I am right now, I would have no idea how to ask or talk to anyone since I have no comprehension of their language. Even if I was to take a year in school, that only gets me up to the ability to say “Hello!” or “Where is the toilet?” This is just to give an idea of where my learning and thinking comes from so when I talk about the uses of “what” and “need”, it doesn’t seem out of place.

Considering “need” is a semi-modal, it is used commonly as either an auxiliary, affirmative or negative use. Most commonly it is used in a negative form such as “You don’t need that” or “You need to take your shoes off.” Because of that awareness regardless if we consciously think about it or subconsciously use it, I almost feel like “need” has that negative attachment to the idea of needing something. If we look at “what” as well, it is a simple continuous and can be used in the continuous form such as wanting, wanted, wants. 

Unnecessary grammar lesson there, but bear with me. While I was bathing, the fact that saying things as I need or I want means that it is in the near future. This could be right after I finish the bath or 3 weeks from my bath. The level of procrastination is unlimited! So instead of leaving it as uncertain and unconstrained, why do we think that way? These simple words are only really speaking of my desire to do something but why not say “I will”, or “I can do that”? This is entirely just my thinking and maybe other people have it figured out, but it was really impactful. Changing something like how I live my day by day with a time schedule is a big deal, so stamping it with just “I need/want to figure my life out” seems like it’s just an afterthought. I mean, I still have yet to figure out what my schedule is going to look like and how to even start it for the time being so don’t take it as I have my shit figured out. Cause right as we speak, I don’t. These were just some thoughts I found interesting and wanted to share. 

The takeaway idea is that changing the words we use and understanding how we say things can make a big difference in the way we think and act. If the unconscious knowledge of attachment to the use of “need” is applied, when we say we need to do something for our future for personal achievement isn’t that just unknowingly adding failure to the idea? And that we leave no expiry date to want, does that mean we aren’t really applying ourselves to it? Personally, because I am trying to be more positive in thinking and want to grow, I find wanting to change those small ideals. Saying I can more often because, well, I can. There is nothing stopping me from just doing it or planning it right away. The issue is actually keeping a realistic goal in which I can complete tasks. I think big with very little time to accomplish it, and sometimes it’s just a lack of insight or understanding of what it takes. 

Hopefully, with my small steps at a time, I can learn to speak more positively and stop associating words with negative attachments. It’s not always going to happen but it was a cool thing to think about for me at least. What do you think? What are your personal thoughts on saying “I need/want to do x” when planning something you want to do? Have you thought the same when trying to start a workout schedule? Let me hear your comments below!

Once again thank you for reading and I look forward to seeing you around for my next post!

Turan Turnip.

The fore ground of a shadow..

Hey Raga-rootlings, sorry to keep you waiting!

So the last few days have been a little busy. I started a TESL certification class last year and because of Covid, it was deferred. I was able to start it up again in September and just finished my last class this week. I was hoping to have a story ready to post but may need to delay it a little longer before I can post it. 

So in the meantime, I thought I would share some more thoughts. I have been thinking about stories and ideas, and something reminded me of a story I wrote back in school. Back during grade 9 PAT’s, I remember that we had to write a story based on a picture prompt. Being a very creative kid, I loved this kind of thing and was excited that we were able to just go nuts and write. The picture was of an old house, nothing special. My little mind was racing as I knew exactly what I wanted to write: a horror. Thrilled by the sudden idea of what I wanted, I remember writing about a woman who was on a plane ride. She was heading to the location of the house and that her mission was to investigate it as weird suspicious activity was happening there.  The plane was going through a bout of turbulence to foreshadow the heavy dependence on technology and how it could fail us at any time. 

Now, a little insight, I am a huge fanatic for the use of constant foreshadowing. Not just giving the twist away, but good use of simple and subtle points of what was to come. I can’t pinpoint exactly where this influence came from since there were so many things back then that I would read and watch, but I knew that it was something I was super obsessed about.  During the story, I wrote about the house and her investigation and right at the end, I left a huge cliffhanger once the light went out.  I don’t remember what else that exam was about or what I had to do after, all I do remember was sitting back with a giant grin on my face and a sense of accomplishment. Time went on and I thought nothing of it when one day I got a letter from the PAT results. That story I wrote placed me in the top 10 highest marks in the province and the person in charge at that time had written a letter to congratulate me for a job well done. I had no idea what that really meant at the time, but now looking back I realized I was passionate about writing and should have never stopped. 

I did debate for a while if I should share the whole story, but because I remember the details of that short story, I decided it would be cool to rewrite the story. It won’t be the same as obviously, that was several years ago, however, I can recreate it as closely as I possibly can with the same foreshadowing since it was what I loved so much about it. This also inspired me to make a few impromptu shorts where I will use as much foreshadowing as possible. I might even make this a marathon for a month. “The Time of Shadow!” is what I might call it. Such the idea’s I now have…

This does bring up a question I have for you guys, too. What was your favorite story where the foreshadowing was so good? Are you a fan of the prevalent use of foreshadowing? Let me know in the comments below! 

And with that, I think I will close the blog for now. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and hope to see you soon! Take care and be safe Raga-rootlings!

Turun Turnip

Current thoughts and plans

Now that I have started the ball rolling, I think talking about recent stories I have going might be a good starter topic. I had to think a little about what I wanted to talk about in my posts, and trust me; there are several things I could and can speak about ranting from current reads to video games that take up all my time. Like for instance, I have been reading a lot of yuri genres lately, and one has captured my love. It makes me giggle like a silly school girl. It’s called “Citrus” by Saburouta, and I am absolutely in love with it. The storyline is excellent, the artistry is brilliant, and there has been an anime released. If you have not heard of it and Japanese manga or anime is your thing, give it a try!

Returning to the original topic, I have been currently writing several ongoing stories to give a brief explanation. That way, when I do start posting them in the future, you can check them out and give it a go. I don’t know if authors stay in a specific genre at all, but since I am still learning, there will be several areas I will bounce between until I am comfortable. Writing suspenseful thrillers have been a little more jive lately; however, I do have a yuri story that I will go into first since it is at the foremost part of my brain.

I started an ongoing story called “Beauty and the Nerd.” It isn’t much of a creative title, yet it had made me chuckle. Now, I am a massive fan of mangas and originally wanted to spend time drawing and learning how to make my own. It turns out I am more artistic with words than I am with drawings, so I decided to attempt to write it out instead. Several different stories across different artists inspired it, so it would be hard to say who was the original inspiration. Knowing what it’s based off, anyone reading it might be able to spot the feel I might have been going for since I was trying to write it in a way that if I decided to draw it, it would be easy to envision. Also, I will mention that it is my first actual continuation from my shorts, so it is very raw and may have a ton of mistakes and errors. 

The plot is primarily about two girls (if it wasn’t clear from mentioning yuri, meaning girls who love girls) and how they start to fall in love. The first girl I introduce is Yuru, who is a cheerful and popular girl. She notices a quiet girl who seems shy and is the nerdy type. Being a social butterfly, it bothers her how alone the girl appears, watching her from afar. As she is watching the quiet girl whom she doesn’t know the name of, Yuru’s friends berate her and introduce the girl as Colby. I know this is a common trope in Japanese anime and mangas, and because of my own experiences, this made for an easy first-time book. Understanding how both the girls would feel about the other, I excitedly wanted to see how well this would go.

Not wanting to ruin this story’s experience, I won’t go any further. The other ongoing writing I will talk about is one that I have a higher likeliness of taking to publish as a full book. The biggest issue I have with this one is the type of genre that I am writing it as. The story is called “Darkness Succumbs.” It’s about a detective who deals with murder cases. Adrian is a loner type who doesn’t play well with others. She keeps herself secluded as she often avoids working with her partner Savio. Adrian starts a case in which is unlike any she had come across with her old partner.  Two bodies turn up with shredded faces and a missing ear. As she continues investigating the mystery, supernatural occurrences keep happening to her as she starts to rely on Savio to help her figure out what is going on. 

This story is very sexually heavy and might not be a story to share first. Eventually, and depending on how much popularity grows, I may start posting NSFW stories and content, but for now, all I can do is talk about it and what my concerns are. The first one being, as already stated, it is considered “smut.” The second is that it’s not only smut but a horror/thriller mixed with the supernatural. I know that this could be common, but since I have not been fortunate in reading much of this type of book, it makes me quite nervous about publishing it. Although this is my concern, I still want to do my best and finish writing it. I already have ideas for a second book for when I complete it. 

Darkness succumbs initially is based on a nightmare that I had. When I originally started writing it out, my thoughts turned from describing it to storyboard mode, and ideas just kept coming. I had pre-written a whole story in limited detail that went on for pages. I laugh quite a bit at it now as I remember while I was going through it as I started writing being like, “What the hell did I think when I wrote this?” Or like, “Why did I make that point so vague?!” I have a third story where I started and did the same thing where I pre-wrote the whole thing out. However, I left out substantial story details and skipped chunks. It was like past me was like, “Yeah, I don’t need to write this out, I already know how it will go!” and future me is so mad. I want to reach out and clobber my way of thinking, yet as if I still haven’t learned from my past transgressions, I still do it to this day. *Sigh*

Anyways, thanks for reading! Since I am still working on a few stories to work out kinks and grammar, I won’t be posting a short story for a while yet. I also will be working on a schedule and post for everyone to see for when the next one will come out. As much as I want to share everything I have in one go, I think a good habit of getting into a post once a week. One week might be a short story, while the other will be an ongoing one. If you also have any suggestions between big posts, let me know in the comments below!

Until next time my Raga-rootlings, See you later!


Unexpected Changes

She started climbing down the side of the rocky cavern. The air was dark, heavy and dead. Obviously, there hasn’t been any airflow for some years now. How come a tunnel that ran deep into the earth like this has never been uncovered before? Cindy finally made it to the sandy bottom where she let out a harsh grunt. It’s been a while since she’s had to free climb in a long time without gear. She turned from the wall and looked out into the newly entered room of the tunnel. It was completely pitch black. Cindy turned on the light from her headband, squinting from the sudden brightness that enveloped the entirety of the room. It was a spacious gap that spread out into a circular almost smooth dome. The floor was a sandy spiral of speckled colors and small stones, reflecting the light coming from her headband. It gave a beautiful eyry glow. 

Cindy stepped out into the open space, no echo bounced back as she took each step. It took her by surprise the silence from her boots as she expected the sound to vibrate off the walls. The room emitted a strange peace where everything seemed to be locked away in a different spectrum of time. She scanned the walls to see if any other tunnels lead further in, but found that this was a dead end. She reached the center of the cavern and inspected the middle. Shockingly there was a plaque with strange symbols discreetly placed just under the sand. She hardly noticed it as it purposely blended with the surroundings, bouncing off the same eyry glow the rest of the stones and sand did. With one slower glance around the room, Cindy knelt down to get a closer look at the plaque. She had studied different symbols from the past as well as dead cultures that left a very subtle hint of existence but had not encountered anything like this before. She reached out to touch the carved symbols but stopped just hovering over them. Instinctively she felt a sense of foreboding and withdrew her hand. She stood up and pulled her walky-talky out of her pocket. Still looking at the plaque she radioed her assistant. 

With a damped bloop, she spoke into the mic, “Joe, I found what looks to be a meditation ring.” As she let go of the button another damp bloop sounded, signifying she was done talking. 

A split second later a returning bloop rang and a male voice crackled through, “Anything cool looking? I don’t want to go home empty-handed this time.” 

It ended with another bloop. Cindy frowned and shook her head. Did he think that all the explorations had to end with some big treasure? This was a quest for knowledge, not gold and silver. Her voice was laced with irritation as she replied, “Just get your ass down here.” 

With the last bloop, she shoved with talky back into her pocket. He was going to take a while as he wasn’t very good at rock climbing. Cindy vindictively envisioned him falling on his attractive looking face as he came down. Why she chose him to be her assistant was beyond her comprehension. He was mediocre with any history or culture, greedy and very sly. A part of her wanted to release him from the position she gave him, but she had this nagging feeling he would be handy someday for her. She let him stay on her gut feelings. Cindy could never quite understand how she could understand these feelings, but they drew her to places no one else knew or discovered. This made her very successful with being the first person to uncover these hidden civilizations that people thought to have never existed. Although she firmly believed Atlanta didn’t exist, people urged her to go and find it because of her gift. Thankfully she proved herself right thus far. 

While she was deep in thought she walked towards the walls and ran her finger along the almost perfectly smooth walls. It was as if the walls were somehow shaped naturally from water, like how broken glass would be smoothed down on the beach from the tide. Of course, that couldn’t have happened as they found the original cave so far inland from any major bodies of water. To top it off all the rest of the tunnels leading to this room were sharp and jagged, proving to be difficult to climb and hike through. As Cindy walked the outskirts of the room still running her hands on the stone, she felt like there was a reason she was brought here. This was no small coincidence that she happened upon the entrance and bullied Joe to follow along. She found herself smiling as he remembered his bitching and complaining the whole way through as she found slight pleasure in torturing him. He was a pretty city boy who struggled to the outback. It did come in handy though as he was amazing with technology where she was awful with computers.

Cindy shook her head as she realized she zoned out on thoughts again. As she forced herself back into the present she realized she was stopped at a particular part of the room facing the wall. Her hand stopped right on top of some very subtle markings left on the wall. It was the same style of symbols that was on the plaque. She hardly even noticed them as she moved her hand off the markings. She astonished herself on her inept ability to just stumble across things. She sighed and whispered aloud, “Now if I could only obtain the ability to communicate with people the same way I can discover things, I think I would be a pro.”

As she finished whispering, Joe fell off the remainder of the wall and landed flat on his face with a damp thud sound. She jumped as it broke her train of thought and she looked over at him. The room had an incredible ability to dampen noise that it was terrifying. She sighed as she realized it was just Joe and put her hands on her hips. “Are you wearing those boots I got you with the grip?” 

Joe stood up with a grunt and he brushed off the sand caught in his stubbly face. He looked rough with the week look of growth and drenched with sweat. He said with absolute confidence once he was brushed off, “No. I am not.” 

Joe turned on his headband and looked quickly around the room and drooped with disappointment. Cindy scowled but turned around back to the wall. 

“It’s just an empty stupid room.” Joe whinnied, “What use is this to us? “Let’s go off the hard beaten path,” she says, “let’s go into this sketchy cave!” she says. “Hey, I brought us to a dead end with no profit,” she says!” 

Cindy rolled her eyes and she hardly heard him kick something and caught him saying “ow” under his breath. Ignoring Joe, she pulled out some paper and lead to place over the top of the symbols. She thankfully imprinted the symbols onto the paper and studied the page intensely. 

“I wonder what this means..” she thought out loud then trailed into thought. 

Joe limped over behind her and looked over her shoulder at the page. Puzzled he asked, “How did you even see that? Do you think there is a hidden pathway that would open up from here?” 

He gently reached for the paper out of her hand, brushing hers as he did so. Cindy blushed at the contact and let him take it. 

Stammering she replied,” Oh.. uh… I kinda just… Found it. Like how I usually just “find” things.” She nervously chuckled as crossed her arms. She hesitated to say anything further as she always thought he would never believe her. Joe turned and walked towards the center of the room, studying the paper just as intensely as Cindy was. She watched him still with her arms crossed. 

As he was walking she remembered the plaque on the ground and yelled, “ Stop! Don’t stand on the…” He kept walking and stepped on the plaque which shot a blinding light up and out of the ground. He was caught in the pillar of light jerked outwards as he shot his head up and silently screamed, pain wrenched through his face. Cindy was quickly dazed by the light and felt a harsh energy blow right through her. Voices of a different language blurred into her mind as she recovered her sight to see Joe trapped in the pillar of light. Confusion slammed her as the voices yelled loudly as she tried to take a step towards Joe. Cindy yelled out but nothing came out. As quickly as the light had burst out from the middle, a thunderous wind blew out and slammed Cindy to the wall. The deafening voices stopped and the light disappeared. Everything went black. 

Cindy woke up. Her head throbbed violently as she tried to sit up. She must have hit the wall hard enough to knock her out. It took her a good while to recollect herself and try to make sense of where she was. It was still pitch black and she reached for her headband to feel it was missing. She rolled to her hands and knees and felt along the sandy ground to attempt to find the light, still in a daze. Suddenly she remembered Joe and the pillar of light and in a panic screamed his name. There was no reply and no echo in return. Oddly enough in her panic, she felt a strange calm. She tried to scream his name again but found her voice was quieter than she intended. She crawled still feeling the sand under her hand, the throb in her head still pounding. She couldn’t tell where she was in the room if they were still in the room, but she felt herself stop her hand in midair. Instinct hit her again as she knew she had reached the plaque. Where was Joe? 

She felt the ground around the area and felt the fabric of a headband. Cindy fumbled as she gripped the band tightly and felt for the light switch on the light. Light burst forth from the bulb as she shakily tried to put the band around her head. She sat on her bottom, closed her eyes, and took slow deep breaths. Now that she could see, she needed to calm down. No use being unreasonable while trying to figure out what had happened. She allowed the strange peace to envelop her as she took her firm and steady breaths. On the last exhale she opened her eyes, ready for the worst. She scanned the room to find that she was indeed in the middle of the room and the plaque was right in front of her. The room was as if nothing had happened. There also was no Joe. 

“Ok. Rationally, there is no way he could have disappeared.” Talking to herself helped her feel like she was still sane. “Maybe he got up and tried to leave.” 

She leaned back onto her knees to look for footprints. As she surveyed the area she realized that there were no markings anywhere. The sand moved under her hands but left no indents as she shuffled on the ground. The sand purposely leveled out as if there was a brush flattening it as she moved around. 

She leaned back on her legs and sat there. He was gone with no trace. She realized he had the paper that she traced the markings on. She looked around again and realized not only was there any signs of tracks. There was no sign of anything at all, including the paper. Sadness hit her just as hard as the wind did.

 “What is happening…?” She felt like crying but the peace the room emitted would not allow for it. Cindy got up and walked to the wall where the symbols were. Maybe she could get some clues from the writings but as she approached they too, where missing. She stared into nothingness for a moment, then glanced at the plaque. The only way she is going to know what happened is to do the same thing. She crawled over to the plaque and took a deep breath. She slammed her hand down on the stone and closed her eyes while she did so. Still keeping her eyes close she waited. Nothing happened. She waited a moment longer then slowly let go of her breath and opened her eyes. She looked at the plaque and realized that something was different about it. She blinked, and slowly the realization started to sink in. 

An angry, annoyed eye stared up from the stone, her hand over the other one. She blinked again. “Oh, God. I must still be dreaming. Or… or I hit my head really badly.” 

A voice spoke into her head. ‘Please remove your hand from my eye. That really hurt.’

She ripped her hand from the plaque and yelped. She stared at the plaque and shook her head slowly. “No. This is impossible.” 

The plaque no longer had any markings or symbols, just the eyes now staring back up at her. The look was now concerned and desperate. Cindy felt a sharp pain within her chest. She felt around the plaque and felt loose sand around it. She dug along the edges of the stone in the ground as desperation hit her hard despite the peace she felt from the room. She began to uncover the edges and was able to pull the plaque out of the ground. She lifted up the piece and slowly sank back into the ground, holding it shakily. Her mouth was dry as she was panting, and managed to finally force out the words.


Start of a great vegetation patch!

Hello Raga-rootlings,

My name is Turan and I go by Turnip! (a really cheesy name I know)I wanted to start the blog off with a welcome and thank you. I had an idea of starting this years ago but never thought I had enough to write about to make it worth it. So with a good pep talk and eagerness to share, I bring you the start of my story sharing! The small drawings are I think my favorite touch as I had a lot of fun bringing it to life! My future plan, (Outside of writing more stories) it to create an army of them and make them stickers or badges. Who knows where the little guys will take us!

Other than this first blog, I think it will be a good kick off to post my favorite short story I wrote several years ago. I was sitting in a coffee shop and not as shockingly so, I was hit with a huge inspiration. Generally, I like to do morning pages which is from “The Artists Way” by Julia Cameron. It was originally for my drawing and possible reboot to writing music again when, BOOM! I wrote this beauty out like I was about to loose my breath. I have written a lot of short stories in my past, but this one was the first time I really felt like I was watching Cindy on her adventure and felt the chills on my skin. I got so caught up in the feeling that when I was done, I felt as if so much time had passed and I was sitting in that cafe for hours! Turned out it was only a short amount of time, and I had to remove the story from my pages since I didn’t want it to be stored into the pits unknown. This really gave me the confidence to start writing more and believing in myself that I can truly be a skilled writer in the future. Now starting university, where I am taking Linguistics and English classes to futher my skills, everything from here on out will only get better.

Thank you for sticking around for my longwinded speech. Without further delay, let’s start the grand adventure!

With great love and anticipation, I hope to see you all again!