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.
We met at Ambrosia a few days ago.
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.