― Дима

Will there be more chapters 

remember when Wattpad had an IM system 

Hiiiii bmf?? *giggles*

I have a great desire to change the theme of my novel lol 

hello — 
          
          how have you been? a quick note of my end, i suppose. firstly, happy upcoming holidays — May it be an enjoyable time for you and your family.
          
          and secondly, I’ve been distracted with side projects so for the time being, the chapter (s) of TCT that I’ve been working on on-and-off will be sitting at the back burner. I’ve been into danmei and Chinese fiction of late, so I’ve been trying my hand at that. if you like to read it, ill be posting a story on my alt-account soon. i hope to see you there :^]
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/user/laoxiang?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&wp_page=user_details&wp_uname=theophorous&wp_originator=j4GSt61fLq8G1V0QRIQM2dHrvQCX%2FtZnBY0N%2FAC%2F6OwPPU4TaSCpydHayqaANqtHXP2SkvLr2FutlW8Q%2BzGYr0v9piabChC0P0knNsmdNernaY%2FEPfs2CkjVILHeRmH0

“when the world came to be, yerah was still in infancy. the word for what she was would not exist for centuries, but they would call her mother, for she birthed life. all that our people knew, to the great waters and forest, to the smallest flowers and weeds — all came from her. they called her yerah for she was life. but where there is life, there is death. of all the gods, yerah was the kindest of them. she did not seek to be worshipped as her kin, and that is why she is remembered out of them all. the old gods are not like our saints, they did not wish to be anointed with perfumes and wines. they could only be worshipped with blood. 
          
          real gods, volka, will always demand sacrifice.”

:^]

Chapter 5 of These Crooked Teeth is up.

Дима, как ты здесь оказался?

hallo friends — how have you been, have you missed me? probably, maybe. i often find myself eying my own profile and, subsequently, my novel with the most curious feeling. it’s hard to decipher. this book isn’t something I can write with ease, the words do not come easily to me — in essence, the book writes itself and I am merely a vessel. each chapter proves itself to be daunting, because each chapter holds a wrongness for it — and I’m often perplexed on how to go about fixing this annoyance despite having fleshed out the world and characters and chapters long before. truthfully, it’s exhausting, and I as I get older and my obligations and responsibilities grow, this novel becomes more and more like a petulant child that refuses to cooperate lol. I’m rambling, but anyhow, I just wanted to say that I am trying to make time to finish chapters to my liking and share them — your thoughts and feedbacks are always appreciated and truly are the only thing that motivate me to really open my laptop these days and write something. anything
          
          So thank you, and I hope you are doing well my friend :)