update 91. (Patreon)

december 4th-10th.

i genuinely thought i wrote no more than 100 words so it's a pleasant surprise to see i nearly crossed 1000 this week. i'll spare you the whole 'i have exams coming up and i have no time to write' spiel because i've done that for the past two weeks now and, well, i'm sure you got the idea. but this semester ends on the 19th for me so i'll (hopefully) get back to my regular schedule super soon.

this week i chipped away at more of Blane's scene. i kinda let my fingers take control and typed whatever came to mind—which is how i ended up exploring a concept i didn't think would happen this soon. i know i said this chapter will talk a lot more about supernaturals, and it will, but it's also becoming a discussion on the hunter's recent mental health journey.

from going to Crimson, to getting stabbed/injured/watching an ro get stabbed, to seeing Natalie and Anaya bleeding out on the floor, to Ciel's interrogation... i've put the hunter through the wringer. if the dreams in chapter nine are the beginning of this spiral, then chapter eleven is the cherry on top. if i had planned this arc out better, i would've added some more unease and/or fear in earlier chapters to better foreshadow things. depending on how things go, i might go and add some in a future bug update.

because the thing with the hunter is, well, they kinda haven't had the time to think about this stuff. chapter eleven is the first chapter in a long time where there isn't something to look forward to. from Crimson onward, it was always go go go. now that things are settling in, so are those fears and anxiety. so, for now, i'm going to keep writing the scene as it is and see where it takes me. the hunter's mental health is something that will continue beyond this chapter, of course, especially into book two, but seeing as an opportunity has presented itself, i'm going to take the leap and allow myself to explore the topic now.

spontaneity.

hope you're all doing well ! 2024 is so close !! <3

stats.

477,119 words (+900)

sneak peek.

The silence is too much. Some part of me recognizes the espresso machine going in the background, but the quiet in front of me is overbearing.