The goal, going forward, is to do both, with fiction on as close to a daily basis as possible. I let the novel slide a little bit while grappling with the initial diagnosis / testing onslaught. But I miss it. Was good to get back to it today!
I can hear her in my head. Shes not making any sense right now, but I can hear her voice. Shes still there. She wasnt, for a second, but then she came back. I wish shed stayed away.
Why is that?
Shruthis mouth twisted, an unpleasant expression to see on a child; she looked at Maya scornfully, as if she were an idiot. Shes mean to everyone. Especially my amma. She pretends to be nice, but shes like a snake in the grass you never know when shell strike you. She made Amma so unhappy. Maybe now Amma will be happier, and will play with us more.