#iand

Now I find myself, almost a year later ready to truly dive back in and not just snippets. Here's to a good streak.

Welcome back my lovely boys.

Twilight my sweet broken baby.

Anonymous the heart of the story.

Nemesis my dark, broody leader.

Portraits by Jan Banning Reveal the Many Faces of Bureaucracy 

Laying bound in Endless gold Tales of fortune and glory told Not our time to pleasure sate While others live, we sit and wait

With patience that all the world can see, Our time, Our hearts are not yet free Not yet early, but much too late While others live, we sit and wait

Across the water, across the land Someday soon we’ll make us stand Until that time we rail at fate While others lives, we sit and wait

Laying bound in endless gold While others live, we sit and wait

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I did it.

I finished the first draft for "I am not dead",

I am going to hate editing.

But until them, I am going to stare at it.

Because I did it.

6 more chapters to draft.

6 more chapters.

6 more.

6.

Tomorrow I decided to make the business trip by train. Instead of almost two hours in a car, I will be spending almost four on the road, all alone with the paperback copy of circus 🎪 . Edits are a must. Characters will be more in depth, atmosphere darker, chapters longer.

Upon returning, I will be sitting down with my IAND cast and chatting them up, going over the first chapters once more because Twilight decided he wants to try his best. Nemesis needs a break before the heartbreak and Anonymous is happy to try and bring calm to the storm that is his team. Rose will bake cookies for her boys that she sees as her children, Lana is investigating and ignoring the testosterone and Hex is locked up in a room with her daughter, fearing the ghosts.

The main case the paranormal team revolves around a haunted mansion. As they try to get to the bottom of it, Hex and her daughter get impatient as they have nowhere else to go.

Have a preview and a glimpse into Hex:

“I need you to calm down and get off me this instant.”

But she did not. She stayed there, trembling digits holding onto him, frame leaning over his body, dark hair smelling like the cold winter air encompassing his face “The screams get to you first, in the dead of the night horrors from every corner echoing, it drives one mad. We are not wanted. Our bolted doors rattle in their rusty hinges, darkness like black mold spreading all around like a web. We ran, but we came back for we have nothing.” She shook him, yelling “NOTHING!” pressing her forehead against his, Nemesis felt his brain disconnect. He was there, yet did not move, disassociating from everything despite her words ringing loud against his eardrums “The anticipation of something coming for you gets you first, my little one crying in her sleep. We moved to the guest house and they let us be for a few days. Days of peace and bliss and warmth.” She sighed softly, eyes fluttering before she focused back on him “But then we found handprints on the windows, knocking against the glass with no one there. Priests cannot banish the evil, Satan’s worshipers flee like scared lambs and I would sacrifice anything, anyone to just make it stop.”

“Mommy? I’m scared.”

Muahahahaa, let's do this.

There are many things Nemesis finds fault in, for casting blame comes easier than looking deep within. But even if he dared to swirl around the depths of his own heart, he would still choose to ignore his father, no matter what the day would bring.

He was but a ghost during his life, a ghost more so now in death.

"You’re not real and I am not your son."