Writing on the train. My co-worker didn't want this presh little book she received as a gift because she has enough notebooks already so I took it off her hands in spite of the fact that I too have enough notebooks already. After a few months writing a newish story about a trans woman's train journey to visit her dying grandmother, I am back to writing about Sulea again but have changed her name to Sullivan and have aged all the characters up a few years so they can be in high school. The themes I was exploring were unbearably dark for a novel about twelve year olds, but in the rewrite, I'm going to attempt to balance things better both by making the characters a lil more mature and by shoveling the trauma at them in more adolescent-sized chunks.