"Dreams the Way We Planned Them..."

As suspected, Waen extremely annoyed by previous post on Child of the Cavern, as it is indeed an Orlando. Woe is me.

I should have guessed that one, however. I am most heartily sorry. I will not write fanfiction for it; indeed, 'tis only recently I have dared to write for The Mysterious Island again, and I cannot speak of it at all.

Woe, woe, woe.

"That's the Girl He Chose... I'm Not That Girl..."

Waen and I carved pumpkins. They are lovely pumpkins, from our own garden, and Waen did Mina, an avant-garde one, and one with an ugly little face; I did Boris Karloff, Calvin (quite by accident), and a tomb with a hand emerging from it. We didn't get to carve pumpkins last year, so it's rather exciting.

I also wrote a letter to her friends Monika and Elena, because I'm sick of being a hypocrite, and if I make it my thing to live by that I love everyone, I will. I am trying to like them, and when I try, and stop looking at them as horrible people who are stealing Waen from me, I realise that of course it's easy to like them. They're funny, and interesting, and really very nice people. I hope they'll forgive me for having avoided them for so long.

I should try to like Kate, too, but I don't know if I'm ready for that, yet. I'll wait just a little longer before I try anything.