Oh Good, I'm Not The Only Writer To Realize All These Kids Should Have Trauma After Everything They've

Chapter 29 is now over 12000 words. Not too much longer now, hopefully. It'd be nice if things would stop being on fire for a little while, but we'll see if I can catch one single bloody break.

Twenty-one sheets of paper. She'd started with just drawing the symbol—there had to be a better word for it. Rune? Glyph, maybe?—over and over, trying to recreate it without a reference this time. The first few didn't seem right, but the fourth clicked somehow. Her lines weren't perfect; the drawing lessons her father had given her so long ago were muddied by years without practice, but there was apparently some amount of leeway permitted.

A single tap and the paper crinkled upon itself and expanded into a dull glowing ball of light, and for a wonder, it didn't even hurt her eyes that much. In fact, she liked it so much that she drew it again and made another light, and then another, and then another, and before long she could draw the glyph from memory.

Twenty-one pages, twenty-one lights. If the light really had played any role in Eda's transforming back, Luz was certainly making extra sure the effect lasted as long as possible. Practical applications, practice makes perfect and all that. She wasn't just making lights for the sake of the sheer giddy joy of doing magic. Just... academic reasons.

Missing You

This is the sort of art which really encapsulates what I hoped to capture in my writing, especially in that first chapter which sets the scene and establishes the character of Luz as a homeless teenager. I've always found cities strangely beautiful despite how monochromatic many of them are. There's a peculiar rhythm and harmony to their cacophony of transit — hundreds of cars going in different directions, pedestrians crossing streets and the sound of the crosswalk alerts, the soft hum of electric lights. The rain always adds a feeling of isolation to the mix, being curtained off and alone despite being surrounded by thousands of people. Anyway, I'm sanmeikitten. I write things that make people cry for different reasons.

Rain

We're all going to Frog Hell.

Anne can never refuse a high five from Sasha ever again after amphibia because all Sasha has to say is "c'mon don't leave me hanging" and she'll speed run every emotion there is with a haunted stare in her eyes

Can Amity get prettier? It might not be legal.

skatin'

Meow~

Lumity moms

The Season of Luz and Friends (and girlfriend)

Willow makes everything better.

a few moments to yourselves