#write everywhere

"What? You thought this--" They waved the weapon around as if it were a useless toy, "Was the weapon? No." They chuckled and tossed it away from them with out care or regard to where it fell to. "That is not the weapon you should be concerned with. See. Simple weapons are crafted everyday--but true weapons....True Weapons aren't something forged in some factory, while it is true they are made--" They knelt down beside the protagonist, "It is not with steel, iron, gunpowder or fire...the most dangerous weapon of all, is made with flesh." They pointed to the quiet person in the corner as they stared at the protagonist, unblinking, unnerving.

"For what is more efficient, more terrifying, and unstoppable as a weapon than can use any means, go to any lentgh, to survive?" They chuckled, "A knife gets dull, a gun melts and destroys itself, but a human...." they waved a finger, "a human with a will to survive, they can use anything--as long as its they who walks away," they press a finger hard against the protagonists forehead, "instead of you."

Day 1 - Check

Location: On the couch while my lovely gentleman cooked us dinner.

Worked on the first two scenes, trickling in the new 'origins subplot' and playing with descriptive language for one of the main settings.  

One of the very first people I saw as I was up my table at the Portland Zine Symposium was my friend Fiona (who I had met briefly last year) who bounded up to me and excitedly showed me this tattoo that she had just gotten a few weeks prior, based upon a patch design that Celeste had drawn. 

I was completely flabbergasted, as it took me a moment to even realize who was standing in front of me, let alone for my brain to register that she had gotten Celeste's design inked into her arm. 

Once my brain caught up with reality, I gushed about how amazing it was, and promptly dragged her outside, so I could take some photos to show Celeste, who was equally thrilled when, weeks later, I got to show them to her.