I had some free time so i thought pen to paper would be a nice retreat. I havnt had time to write in a while, it pains me to sya this but i think ive lost my passion through the stagnation of an idea. huhhh.
Cant remember the idea behind this one but it links with 'A moons obession' plot fix.
The moon's embrace is a solace comfort, the beauty is her sting. She leaves me in this half cast world to spite me. I cannot live much longer like this, I cannot settle for half, not to sooth these enraged fires. Alas she deserts me again, quietly moves on, leaving me...
Oh and this, I was going to use this for a starting line but i can't remeber what for, :3 i get that alot...
I write through disjointed emotion. Thier is no me, not anymore. That is what they took from me, that is what they will die for...
My materials arrive tommorow, YAY Private Postal Orders, PPO, Ive setled for a whilliow tree cut for the blade, the metal work would have been too hard without the forge in operation. So wood it is.
I finished the first draft of the handle, using XX wood glue a solid core and match sticks. I then used a uni sander, with a 20mm tip to grove out the shape, It fits perfectly on my hand, so tommorow ill use the same form.
I swallowed alot of wood dust, so ill definatly use a mask next time...
Night folks.
