Update

So... I had planned for this post to be the last Guardians of Allura (I going to refere to this as GoA from now on) short story, but it has not been written yet. So this is going to be an update post.

First, I did Camp Nano last month. I did not reach my goal this time, but was able to give a bit of plot to the story (that will remain secret til it's done). 
My writing goals for this month are to edit White Foot, and give it to some people to read. And to finish a short story I was supposed to write last month.

Second, I have an idea for this blog that I'm playing around with, I have not officially decided if I'll do it yet.

And lastly, I am terrible at coming up with things to write, so that all.

Estella Kate


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