Thinking back to the first story I ever started writing down (I was 7 or 8) about a group of stray cats who, every full moon, took the form of human kids. They actually were human kids, who had been killed (all at different times/by different people). Their bodies were each dumped by the side of the road where a cat had been hit by a car previously, and their souls landed in the cats' bodies. Eventually they all found each other and decided that every full moon, when they shifted, they'd try to solve each other's murders one by one. It was going to be a series, with each book focusing on a different kid's murder mystery. I told my mom about it once, briefly, and she said "Those cat books (warrior cats) are making you creepy."
Sometimes it feels like the pathology ST1 learning curve is just 90 degrees straight upwards and you’re just clinging on for dear life … having a difficult week this week but received some totally unexpected and unprompted positive feedback today which has perked me back up again - nice to know progress is being made even when it doesn’t feel like it.
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