Doing some deep reading into Cherokee history for the project that I’m working on and I am continually amazed how fucking funny old Cherokee leaders were
god I wish I had a pair of menacing black gauntlets with really sharp fingertip claws I bet it feels good as fuck to have your hands resting palm-down on a surface and then scratch some deep fucking gashes into it as you clench your hand a little closer to a fist when your evil minion delivers some bad news to you
There are ten trillion pictures of flowering trees to the point where they sometimes seem trite and overdone. But then you see a tree in full flower and go holy shit this rules and I’ve gotta show this to everyone so they can experience the same magic and wonder and there are ten trillion and one pictures of flowering trees
Thinking back to the first story I ever started writing down (I was 7 or 8) about a group of stray cats who, every full moon, took the form of human kids. They actually were human kids, who had been killed (all at different times/by different people). Their bodies were each dumped by the side of the road where a cat had been hit by a car previously, and their souls landed in the cats’ bodies. Eventually they all found each other and decided that every full moon, when they shifted, they’d try to solve each other’s murders one by one. It was going to be a series, with each book focusing on a different kid’s murder mystery. I told my mom about it once, briefly, and she said “Those cat books (warrior cats) are making you creepy.”
Just finished writing this manuscript, the first story I ever started. 23 years in the making. Never give up, even if your mom calls you creepy 🖤
NEVER GIVE UP PEOPLE WE’RE GONNA GET THE STRAY CATS AND DEAD KIDS STORY
