#clean slates

If I get my motivation back (and the game is still going), I might return. But I have been neglecting the hatchery for the last couple of months, so for now it's time to pause and see if a hiatus is what I need to get back into it.

@lavinia-rowle

All of the stuff was finally moved into the house, set and unpacked while Lavinia was at work. The latest Quidditch scandals had taken up plenty of time, and while Lavinia was trying to keep her actual Harpy under control, Garrick had decided to get their new house all set up. But it was a surprise; Ruby was barking when she heard Lavinia coming up the steps, and Garrick hopped down two stairs at a time to be there when Lavinia opened the door. 

“You managed to survive the press conference, then?”

Synopsis: New York Times bestselling author Shelley Noble pens a heartwarming story of a mother-daughter road trip to the beach and to self-discovery. When reporter Phoebe Adams loses her job and her fiancé on the same day, it never occurs to her that she’ll also have to support her mother, Ruth, through her divorce from Phoebe’s father after thirty-five years of marriage. They both need a…

One caveat I have is a death of detailed description, but that’s just my personal thing. Besides that, this fic shines it all of it’s comedic and fluffy glory. The ending is superb might I add. The fic ties together like strings on a present being wrapped. And what a present you created. Rachel did a great job editing for you too. From one writer to another, you write well. Keep it up.

Okay. Wow. I’m so sorry I didn’t answer this before. I know you sent it like forever ago and I’m SO sorry! This is so nice and you are so thoughtful, I feel really bad. 

So thank you! I really appreciate it ❤ It makes my day. I’m so pumped you noticed the little references to canon because it’s literally my favourite thing to write in an AU. 

As for the description… I know. I’m glad you pointed it out because it makes me want to work even harder on it. I’m never satisfied by it either! 

Poetry: “Clean slates”

Another poem that grew from a single thought and ran its course as I wrote it down. A creative poem, about what drives creation in me.

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