Why Windchill Isn't Finished

When I came up with the idea of Windchill, I envisioned a quick production period of around a week. As you can tell, I was wrong. I realized I was trying to write in a style that doesn't fit the way I think. I was pantsing, writing without an outline or some other kind of plan. I've decided that my method is not so good, so I've decided to start a small outline before I finish writing the story. Sorry for the delay, I believe you deserve the best from me, so that's what I'll give. Look for further updates in the next few days.

- Dylan

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