"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Happy #Spooktober!

For many of us, fall is the best season and October is the best month, leading up to all things spooky.
Many people out there are creating prompts for artists and all people creative (check this out from WorldAnvil last year, for instance) and prompts are always a good place to start when you feel a bit of a creative block, or you need inspiration. For all the people in the Vermouth Tier of my Patreon, I wrote a bit about it in September.
Anyway, this is just to warn you that this month on Patreon is going to be extra-rich. I’ll give you a post a day, both free and under the different tiers, featuring fairytales and folk tales, paintings and objects, quotes, all under the #Spooktober hashtag, leading up to a special series of posts on Halloween. I’ll post sneak-peaks here on the blog too.
Enjoy, and…
…happy #Spooktober!
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