I have lost track of my story's flow in the middle parts, which are historically tricky anyway. How many stories to tell and how to keep them flowing? So soon it will be back to Bibisco and my outline and writing the new scenes I have now drawn (in rough pen sketches, like stick figure rough). But now it is late and I am tired. Just my cat, Merry, is still here with me. The rest of my family has wandered off to bed.
Life is hard right now, but writing is a great consolation. I am glad God invented it.
