Dis entwy is filled wif da twue thoughts of a stwuggling pwaywight as he cweates the gweatest Western Who-Dun-It Mystery Musical evow cweated. Pwease blenjoy and wet me kno if yew haf any suggestions, fankyew.


 

TRANSLATED BY MISH ALLY

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

I write to you in a moment of great inspiration yet also, great strain. Such is the life of a writer.  

Oh Diary, this summer has taught me so much and has led me to my greatest challenge yet - writing and composing a Western Who-Dun-It Mystery Musical.

The inspiration of the desert, of Pioneertown, of my new role as Mayor has provided me with a firm foundation to build out my Western locale.

The history of Pioneertown is endless, Diary, and further fuels my drive to tell this story.

But something ails me, as I look out my window and see the regal tumbleweeds rolling by…

The characters evade me, Diary. Every great writer knows that the story will come to you, but I ask into the Universe, when will that day be.

For now, I depend on the magic of the desert and wait for it to reveal the stories is wishes for me to share. Blokay, I gotta go pout this cup of tea, the kettle is boiling, talk soon, Diary, LUB YEWWW SHO MUCH, BYEEEE! 

Lub,