On a different note to get a break from that train wreck of a journal...I did a thing

I was doing some writing exercises and started to do a little story inspired by something that happened at anthrocon.

It still needs some planning, I might make it a story or a community "choose the outcome" type event. Either way, I wrote a little snippet for the intro.

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Everyone has an origin story, a defining moment. Now for most people the story is simple and goes exactly as expected, the defining moment is so small and subtle you may not even notice it was there in the first place. I thought that was my story. I was wrong.

When I was younger I used to fantasize about going on some magical adventure. I liked to imagine I secretly had magic, or perhaps I would find the egg of a mythical creature. Over time, when too many dragon eggs turned out to be pinecones or oddly shaped rocks, I stopped thinking anything interesting would happen. There would be no wise sage to somberly pass on to me a magic sword with one final word of advice…

“Arm yourself. Be strong.”

Well turns out it wasn’t a sage it was a drunkard, and it wasn’t a sword it was a butter knife. Those were the words of advice I received though.