Funerals.

So, I ended up writing a story; dedicated to my ex. That being said, I have decided against posting it, as it's just one big depressing clusterfuck of words. There wasn't even really a story. It was a bunch of jittery memories and it ended with her laying down on some train tracks.

Lovely, right?

Either way. I figured I'd post an update and let the few of you who actually even remember that I exist know that I'm still plugging away hard at the sequel to Dried paints, as well as I've gotten around to writing a few other stories each time the inspiration or chance pops up.

There was more that I wanted to say, but I forgot just about all of it.

Cheers,

Vetter Sonata