In order to chase away my sadness, I have decided to rearrange the furniture in my manor. You'd be surprised what a change like that can do for your state of mind. Moving my study is the main goal, for the room where it currently resides has become tainted with a sort of melancholy.

Besides that, Flaw has been conspicuously absent these last few weeks, allowing me to roam most of my abode (being about my house is what inspired me to rearrange my furniture). I have even been able to be in the same room as Flaw with minimal repercussions. It will whisper hurtful, aggravating things, as it always does, but I seem to be successful in disregarding it as of late.

The dread of winter has also passed, the changing of the seasons no longer upsets me. I'm not sure where the dread was coming from (perhaps from Flaw?), I have lived through many winters and have little to fear. The chaparral is snowless, there is no risk of freezing. But, it was as if I could see the last page of my story approaching. Perhaps my author hadn't been able to pen my next adventure yet; it appears that has been rectified.

Speaking of seasons, the weather has been on par for fall. The nights and mornings are cool and crisp, to the point where I must put on heavier clothes, but the day is still summerlike, and then I must remove my heavier clothes. Humorously annoying. And, aside from that random storm that passed through a few days ago, it's been dry. However, the dryness, while normal for fall, is concerning because it worsens the ever present threat of wildfires.

I have also been trekking down to the Pool of Possibility more often. The basins I have at home, while helpful, can only provide so much inspiration. The Pool has been greatly assisting me in clarifying the timelines of a particular tale.

Anyways, it's apparent to me day by day that we all live in a story. May your author treat you well.

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By Adaline Guerra