Post by Lily Munster on Oct 19, 2018 17:35:14 GMT -5
If you walk long enough through the twisted, dark halls of the gothnowrimo castle, you will find yourself upon an old black door. Upon opening it, you will find yourself in a long corridor filled with cobwebs. Walk to the end and you come to a wrought iron gate. Slowly pry open this gate and you will be standing at the entrance of an old, forgotten garden. In a courtyard. It may be dark and the twisted trees and plants might all be brown and wilted but if you listen carefully you might hear me, rustling in the leaves somewhere, muttering and digging and ripping out weeds. You might hear the occasional swear coming from these innocent lips too, lol.
I am here, puttering about and trying to get call on the gothno ghosts for help. Spells, chants, incantations, potions....I think I have finally discovered what I need to do to write my story. I have to pick up this quill and parchment and....write something.
I have 13 days left to write a story. I can do this. 13 is a magical, witching number. It's good luck.
If you come visit me in my night garden I will stop long enough for a midnight tea and an update. And then I will be back to my scribbling or potion making or weed pulling. And maybe downing 5 or 12 bloody espresso's (type B+) depending on my mood.
Okay really. I have to write something. I have a lot of dark tales in me. I'm gonna write them and not think too much about it! Just jump in, just like I jumped into that empty hole I found in my garden earlier today! (there was nothing in it btw - but rocks and a few spiders, one golden scorpion and a doorway to the underworld. So nothing too interesting).
I am here, puttering about and trying to get call on the gothno ghosts for help. Spells, chants, incantations, potions....I think I have finally discovered what I need to do to write my story. I have to pick up this quill and parchment and....write something.
I have 13 days left to write a story. I can do this. 13 is a magical, witching number. It's good luck.
If you come visit me in my night garden I will stop long enough for a midnight tea and an update. And then I will be back to my scribbling or potion making or weed pulling. And maybe downing 5 or 12 bloody espresso's (type B+) depending on my mood.
Okay really. I have to write something. I have a lot of dark tales in me. I'm gonna write them and not think too much about it! Just jump in, just like I jumped into that empty hole I found in my garden earlier today! (there was nothing in it btw - but rocks and a few spiders, one golden scorpion and a doorway to the underworld. So nothing too interesting).