Writing is hard. I published my book in Gehenna, and several publishers in London are looking at it, but now I don't know what to write about. Patricia says that it's because of all of the conflict going on within our group at the moment. It's sort of depressing. Daniel refuses to talk to us, Preston is still at large—but Kristopherson is feeling better, so there is a silver lining.

With the success of The Devil's Ballroom in Gehenna, I hope I can start writing again soon. I do have quite a few requests, so I could sift through them for something, I suppose. I still need to read the rest of my fanmail. I know I need to think of something good, with how excited people are with my first few books. Every time I read a fan's letter, I get a new idea just by reading about how much they enjoyed the novel, and then I read the next one, and think of another. They usually conflict with one another. One moment, I want to write about a cynocephalus, and then the next, a hippopode. I can't seem to decide on who is my main character.

I can probably decide while I'm at my parents' house. They moved to Cornwall, recently, and I'm staying there for a few days to help them get settled in. Mostly, my mum wanted me to help make sure my dad doesn't try to "help" the movers because of his back. It's been nice. I can see why mum would want to move here. It's pretty, and reminds me of a place in one of her books. She writes romance, but I'm no good at that. Patty is, and helped me a few times in The Devil's Ballroom. She's able to crank out stories like it's nothing, and then she's off to boxing practice like no one's business. She's actually a fan of mum's, and when I told her about her, mum insists that I should bring her next time. From the sounds of it, it wasn't even a request, but rather a thinly-veiled demand. I suppose it's pretty normal for parents to be curious about their kids' girlfriends, though.

Come to think of it, I haven't even told the lads about that. It just never came up. The only reason why I let it slip to my parents is because they asked. I probably should tell them. I wouldn't want to give the impression that I'm embarrassed over it, or anything. Far from it. It's actually because I just don't think it's a big deal.

She's cute, though, and showing her off a bit more would be nice. I don't know if she's into it, however. We're still new enough that we're still in the process of figuring each other out a bit. I'll have to remember to ask, later. Maybe I'll just shoot her a text in a minute. We both like bluntness because it makes things easier.

Earlier my parents and I were out and about, and mum asked if I should bring Patty back a souvenir. I should, but she's not really big on jewelry, and she can't wear the earrings mum suggested. Her ears aren't pierced, and even though she says she wants to get them, she's also afraid of it hurting. I feel like that's funny, coming from a boxer, but saying that got me punch to the shoulder. Not a serious one, though. I'd know if it was. Maybe I'll get her a hoodie. She wears them a lot, and she was upset that her favourite got a hole in it, recently. Mum says that's a terrible gift for a girl, but she hasn't met this girl. Dad likes the sounds of her, though, but he used to be a wrestler. I hope he doesn't request a match when she comes over. He's not as in shape as he used to be.

I'm not sure when she'd be able to come meet them, however. The next time I'll be down here is for Hanukkah, but she'll be spending Christmas with her family and doing weird Catholic stuff. She's not practising, but she does it around her family, which I completely understand. She doesn't get my family's stuff, but we both kinda have this agreement where we both do our own thing, and we respect that. Hell, we're friends with two bisexual demons in a same-sex relationship, a gay werewolf, and a half grim-reaper. You can't let tradition get in the way of everything.

Oh, so I send a text to Patricia, and get one from Dan? Alright. Dan says that he wants to hang out, but can't today because he's too sore from working out. I'm not sure if I believe him, but if I did, he probably tried to push himself too hard first thing. That's just how he does things… Maybe meeting at the gym would be a good idea… I have to tell him I'm not in town for the week. I just hope that he doesn't show up at my house looking for me. Again.