There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Somewhere, I know there is a light. A light I might not be able to see at the moment, but a blazing olympic torch nonetheless. My 'professor' has decided to bring forward a few script deadlines to give us a 'taste of the working world'.… Continue reading #NaNoWriMo day 9 and we’re still hunting a fucking snake
Willow H. Wood 