So, while I thought that Tamara was going to be gone, I started writing another novel in a notebook with an actual blue pen. I haven't done that since...sixth grade? I got my own very own computer for the first time for Christmas in 6th grade, and I haven't written a novel in a notebook since. The novel started off being a metaphor for my religious life, but now I don't even know what it is. A great novel with awesome characters? But now I'm so engrossed in it that even though I technically do have Tamara back, I have no desire to write Some Kind of Miracle. Which...I never had any desire to write it in the first place. Maybe it really wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if I just didn't write it. Alana and Lucy don't really need fallible evidence of their friendship. I don't know. We'll just have to see how things go. For right now, I'm just going to keep writing my new story and editing Burnt Flowers Fallen, which, by the way, is coming along fantastically.