Inside the Memory House

Today I worked on one of the plot ideas that has been sitting in the room filled with shelves up to the ceiling, near the room shaped like an egg. I took it out of its drawer, the drawer next to the one filled with the people who have no faces and speak only with their hands.

Then, Rae and I looked at it and sanded it a bit, adding or subtracting here or there. It is about a boy who loses a kingdom and probably won't get it back because he is a big jerk. Probably, anyway.