W.I.P. Kinda Not As Busy

This past week has been one dosy as a time.

I've come up with lots of new ideas. Lots of new places. New characters. Old ones that like to creep into everything else (the jerks).

The newest idea I've labeled "The Mechanic".

It sorta stemmed from my ride on the Smugglers' Run over in Galaxy's Edge. It did begin as a fanfiction, of sorts. Than came to be something else entirely.

A little blurb of what I've been thinking about can be found below.


I had to leave.

I couldn't stay in this land of fiction anymore. I had to move out on my own. I had to become my own person.

Not the person who was known for the lost years I couldn't account for.

I wouldn't account for.

How could I tell them?

It was easier to gather my tools and get on the bus.

I got strange looks. Naturally.

"Who wears long sleeves in the middle of the summer?"

"What's with her face?"

It was easy to ignore them. I'd been ignoring people like that all my life. Why let it get to me? I'd heard worse.

I'd been through worse.

"Kettle Cove."

The bus pulled to a stop. No one got up.

I did.

"Thank you."

The driver's shock almost made me smile.

Stepping into the crisp air I breathed in the scent of pine, pumpkin, and spice.

I already felt home.


What are you working on this week? Leave a comment below and let's help each other.