A Rose for the Crown

A/N: hello out there?

Hi. Hello. Welcome.

It's been a few years. It'll be three years tomorrow since I published the last part of this book. I went back a few times, read bits here and there and honestly liked what I wrote.

I don't write the same way anymore. Some things remain but it's not the same. So, I am here with an announcement.

I'm rewriting the book.

You heard it hear first. I've been doing some MAJOR editing on the side (because my one-shot book is my priority *coughs* supposedly *coughs*) for a few months now.

But here's the thing. I wanted to keep the essence of the book the same. You'll notice that some chapters are pretty much unchanged while others are completely different, new in fact. There's a changing progression I'll call it.

But that is essentially what I wanted to say. It'll take me a while to finish the story and then edit it so it all flows well together but we're slowly getting there (motivation dips like crazy when she wants to).

Anyways that's all. Enjoy your day!

✨Random ranting about my journey below✨
Read if you want to or not idc it's 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 long

If you have the cajones to keep reading this, you're either bored, have too much time on your hands, or bored. Lol, why you here g? But I'll get on with it. I first wrote this in 2019. What a year that was. Legit hated high school and the program I was in for taking away the one thing that made me happy (#trackforlife).

Oop getting heated😩So wrote this in 2019. Honestly back then, thought it was the best thing I had ever written in my life. Like you're not topping that.

Guess what girl? You topped that with not one, but two one-shot books. One discontinued but we don't talk about that (game did me dirty. Thanks Nintendo✌🏽😗).

Point is, I improved. I wrote better things. I wrote more creative things. Take a character😁and bam💥plot📖
Also realized at that time (during my FEH writing days) that writing was an escape for me. It was an ESCAPE. If I wasn't writing, I was bored outta my mind. I needed to keep myself occupied with something and art wasn't cutting it. So I began writing. I wrote all the time. Sometimes I would find it a hassle but I still lowkey enjoyed it.

And then, wow, haha and then came the pandemic. When I tell you that hit me hard...it HIT me hard. I was all hyped up because yes no need to wake up early at the ass crack of dawn and bus to campus. When I tell you I hate getting up early. I'd rather clean the house😄And that's saying something. Your girl lazy af. But moving on, the pandemic messed with my circadian rhythm. Like BAD bad. I was sleeping a cozy 2-3 pushing 4 hours a night.

My mom told me to stop writing because you know, she an overthinker🤯Why am I being so cringe✋🏽💀

After being forced to make a doctor's appointment, I was put on medication to treat my now chronic insomnia (PS: it never fully resolved. It's currently 04:06 AM. I have an exam today and haven't studied✨hEhE). The meds didn't work. I said that. Imma say it again. THEY DIDN'T WORK as well as I thought they would. So I'm currently on my usual sleep 3-4 hours and wake up repeat cycle.

But book right. I had to put that on hold. And it bothered the living frikafrak outta me because I think too much. I imagine stuff all the time. The ideas gotta go somewhere or I'm just gonna drive myself into the wall. Not up the wall😀into it😃☝🏽