Fumes Away

It was the marker.

Oh the marker.

So, I undertook for some writing creativity.
To try getting out my story ideas via blank printer paper and markers.

Freeing myself for a few minutes or so from the confines of the lines on a notebook and the pens that could only make things soo bold.

It was glorious.
Using a nice black marker to sketch and scrawl and just make a mess of the paper to my enjoyment.

Only.
The marker.
The marker had a really strong scent.
Really really strong.
Like you can still smell the marker on the paper 24 hours later when you're six feet away from it strong.

So imagine using it to write with.
Even stronger.

*shudders*

Too much sensory overload for sure.

Which....gave me a headache....