The last three months have been a slow Descent into the Underworld here, culminating in a true Dark Night of the Soul last week. I think I am coming up out of the darkness a bit now, thank Goddess, not least because for the first time since Christmas I have actually been able to write something coherent.
And here it is.
There’s a lot I could say about how I could change it, but the important thing for me is that it is a thing I made, and I am so relieved after months of barren emptiness. I wrote it yesterday, and I am putting it out today, unammended, because I need to celebrate the fact that my mind has started to work again, however awkwardly. I’m sorry to all Sherlockians that its not a johnlock, but I think I have one of those on the brew, so the next one may be for you. In the meantime, have a bit of utterly sloppy, shameless romance from James Hathaway and Robbie Lewis.