Back from summer hiatus, and we're kicking it off where we left off. After some difficulties getting into room 206 on Bermuda Hotel via the balcony, floating on a giant soap bubble, Molly finally makes it inside. And she finds what she's looking for, glimmering inside the ventilation shaft. The plot thickens.
I know this is a bit of an early comeback, but I don't think it's much of a shocker to anyone at this point. I feel like the time I've spent this summer, figuring out the whole writing part has yielded some self-realization more then anything. See I used to have these delusions that I was gonna create something mind-blowing or something in those lines.
But when I look at what I've actually made and published here on DD so far, and when I look at all the story ideas I got queued up and what it all points towards, it's nothing like that really. To be honest I'm probably more of a comedic writer and artist, with maybe a little drama sprinkled through, who in any case shouldn't take his work too seriously. And honestly I don't think I even want to at this point.
It's pretentious and outright delusional trying to give one's stories a gravitas that they don't really deserve and don't really need in the first place anyway. From now on I think I will be comfortable simply making some weird and imaginative entertainment for you guys. We could all use some in these depressing times after all👍
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