The little boy in my daydreams with a black crown and stars in his hands. He’s the same boy in what I thought was a different story altogether.
Considering that my creative process is hardly linear, I’m not sure what to expect from this short story I am compelled to write and illustrate… In any case, there is some activity going on. The gears are grinding and whirring. Creativity is happening…
*Continues staring past the screen in trance-like contemplation*