I’m pushing out this entry super early because I have a lot to do before I head back home. Yesterday was a somber day; today was a bit lighter, but more thoughtful. We stayed up so late last night talking and sharing stories (and even talking about Skyrim ⚔) that I lost track of time, and when I finally did get to bed, it was a fitful sleep. My mind just wouldn’t turn off. I kept crafting her story in my head, trying to figure out how much detail I wanted to include, how I should present it, what to take out and what to leave in…
And whether I would ever do something like this again.
The conclusion I came to: hell no. I won’t. Telling someone’s story carries a lot of weight with it, and while it’s a challenge (and I loves me some challenges) after this, I think I’ll stick to the good old Alexaverse. So, if you’re reading this and you have any inkling of contacting me to ask me about telling your story, please don’t. Because this has been mental hell.
Of course, unless you’re a VIP member of my Patreon, in which case you get to request a custom short story once a month if you so choose. (Always push the merch! 😅)
Otherwise: I’ll pass. Not that I don’t love reading your stories, so if you want to email or message me on social media, please do, I’m just not taking on any more personal projects like this.
I always said I would try anything once. This is that once.
Anyway, I have to go.
I love you.
All of you.
💡 The More You Know 💡
It’s believed that red underwear is considered sexy because it’s an evolutionary callback to when our rumps used to get all hot and red when the ladies of the species wanted a man.