pulling teeth

i was able to clean up my witch’s cabinet today. i needed to make something and just cleaned the whole spot to do it.

and then i made the thing.

i really need to get to fixing Grandma Bertha’s radio so i have a chest to put all my tarot boxes in.

i keep getting bits of an idea of a story. not bits, just random scenes and ideas. this all plays off “The Adventures of the DarkShark and his Witch” and i’m willing to go down that road and piece them all together into one long story.

i am trying to push myself with my writing and it is like pulling teeth.

i’m going to bed.