My Fake Children

Hello, friends. It has been an emotional week, to be sure. The obvious reason for tears is the fact that pretty much EVERYONE left the Hamilton cast this week to be replaced.  I understand them needing to 'move on' and 'do other things' but....*big overly dramatic sigh that expresses how sad I am that I will never see a show with them in it* 
Besides that, all that's really been going on is me working on my 'project' (still very mysterious) I've been staying up pretty late. My inspiration time, the period of time where I work the hardest and the best is from about 4 in the afternoon till 1 in the morning. Any other time of the day doesn't result in as good of work, so I take the time while I can. Sadly, that's not the usual 'work day' for the average human person. Last night while I was drafting the LAST ONE I started getting a little emotional. Maybe it was my sleep deprivation, maybe it was emotions not recovering fully from the Hamilton exodus, whatever, but listening to 'Dear Theodosia' definitely wasn't helping. Those characters are my children. I have raised a backstory for them, made them what they are. I know them better than anyone as the creator person. They just grow up so fast, you know?

Here is a design of one of my babbies (pronounced bah-beez) I cry for here often. I'm actually stuck in a bit of a rut with the story part right now, any story prompts, guys?
Anyway, today I will be hanging out with the old Book squad, and I'm pretty excited for that. I need to pick up more fish food for Billy.
Have a decent Monday, guys.