I hate the constant pull my muse forces me to take. I have so much to do, so many assignments in college. I hate how I have to write up thousands of documents, all while trying not to put my characters in the forms.
The muse is pulling me to write a novel I'm terrified to write. You see because it scares me. Christabel Mordsa is not the novel I envisioned, but I need to introduce you to the world of Christabel. Problem is, the novel sort of assumes the world.
So Christabel is going to take a backseat, for now. Enter The Shadows of The Undecided Mind.
I promise we'll get back to Christabel, all in due time