Sometimes it feels like a hot mess inside of my mind--but with an underlying method to my madness.
Currently, I'm following my muse... and am adding to this guy (formally "Marked for Execution").
Perhaps I missed the post apocalyptic landscape and the struggles of survival.
There's a twist in my mind that I want to play out... but you all might hate me for it.
I've missed this crew. I didn't realize it until I dove back in. There's a character in my head that has me by a chokehold, forcing me to include him in the story and I think... I might have to do what he says.