And finally, I sat down last Sunday and forced myself to finish a first draft of the Tale of the Innocent.
I suspect that some of it is definitely a case of rushing homework just to get the damn thing out of my head. What do you expect? It’s what this place is for.
Mykhail Arkhangelskeyev, kept man, plaything. Poor lamb.
I printed it out and gave it to a friend to read. She said it was sad. (I hope she meant the story and not my writing.)
So much more to do, certainly more to be done to this. I also need to practice my drawing skills, ideally I would like to put some images in but fear I will fall sadly short of the task.