I was working at my studio last night. I was trying to write the ending for this story of mine. I think I have it just about right, but might need another day or so. The problem is, I think my human is going to actually write it. Yeah, I know that’s confusing; I’m confused just saying it.
Anyway, my new friend, Gost, came by and we talked about some things. He felt I shouldn’t end the journal. I explained one thing is that any guy in the world could read all about my life, and that’s one of the reasons. He said, “It’s your journal and people can either accept it or move on.” He made a lot of sense, but the thing is my human wants to simplify her life too.
I know I’ll miss this blog. It is something that distinguishes me inworld, but I don’t really want to be distinguished that way anymore.
You have the same writing desk that is my favourite. I first spotted it in a 3rd floor tree house while sailing around the southern tip of Satori and traced the creator to her Japanese theme shop. I didn't buy it, however. I was being stingy. But it's still my all-time favourite. =)
Just checked Google, you have 17 pages, Yordie has 19. Your are a real person, Yordie is an avatar.