Yes, winter is necessary too

yep, I'm working on a first draft now and it is painful haha

But inside my heart, I find my work own past work alien and larger than life to me now. The words I'd written, I no longer remember their toil, the shape of them against my tongue, mind and body. They might as well be written by a creature of another plane. So I despair, without memory, without hope

"You ask your kin, all who slither and all who poison; they ask theirs, all who bite and all who are bitten; but the first witch is elusive."

I love you Dolly

I maintain that the best retellings draw blood. they are intentional and precise, finding just the right bone to slide under. They are necrotic abberations, wearing the skin of something you loved once. Above all, they are not afraid to fail

Thank you so much Ide!

Thank you Ronita!