After careful (but not lengthy) deliberation, and consideration of what I've learned over the past few years, I've decided to start over. Again.

WAIT NO TORCHES HEAR ME OUT

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So I'm not entirely sure why I didn't think of this before, but the naming convention for these updates is being changed to reflect the date they went out, instead of some arbitrary number. Onwards!

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Getting a grip on things again, slowly. The space between miniarcs here is going to be pretty big for an interlude; from the first miniarc, I'm halfway to the start of the second one, so things are looking good in terms of this being the longest arc yet.

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Writing is creeping along. Finally getting something concievably a grasp on this next bit--it should be smooth sailing from here on out (and by that I mean until the end of the second miniarc).

I'm being evicted sometime in May. I'm still unable to stop thinking about it completely, so it'll keep creeping along as long as I have Internet access (and ideally a different ISP after I move, Jesus Christ).

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I'm not sure why I didn't start doing this earlier, but I'll be writing these journals (mirrored on dA) periodically to keep you guys up to date on what's going on with BWSD. Each will be separated into three sections; the top is all business. What's the latest bit I'm working on, word count, how fast it's moving along, so on and so forth. If progress is exceedingly slow for any reason, it will

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By the strength of my love you've learned how to fly.
You've given me peace in the storm of the sky.
But now I am left with the rain in my eye;
Do I have the love left to wave you goodbye?

What if Tavi's CM isn't an animator's hiccup, but in fact, a relic from her previous years as a singer?

Which of course, begs the question...how would she have lost her voice?