Hello, my friends!
Haven't posted just a silly little note in a while, but this is not your average yap! No, no, dear reader! Not the average yap at all!
I first published La Belle Dame after fiddling with it for quite a few months in 2022. I've been writing fan fiction since, ermmm 2012, 2013– maybe. Maladaptive day dreaming and immersing myself in these silly worlds has been my coping mechanism for disengaging from reality for pretty much my entire life. For ten years, I was delusional in drafts exclusively. I would post a story and then overthink it, rip it apart and take it down before anyone could have had a hope of finding it.
2022, I was in a bit of a rough spot and went: alright. Fuck it. Doesn't matter. It brings my joy, what difference is it really going to make? My dears, it made a world of difference. Maybe ten chapters in, people started reading this silly little story, commenting the loveliest things. And I went Huh! That's pretty freaking neat and I kept doing my thing, it kept happening.
You might be thinking to yourself: 'Gee, Hau, you're being awful mushy.' Well, I think we've earned a bit of mush. Because today, la belle dame sans merci reached 200k motherfucking reads and 10k motherfucking votes.
This means the fucking world to me and I have each of you to thank. Writing this book, the love it's gotten, the consistency I've managed to find in it, has not only made me more confident in my craft. I do this not only for the love of it, not only to get me through the day anymore but hopefully, now and then, to brighten yours.
I adore each and every person who's ever read this book, voted, commented, dropped a polite 'update soon, whore' on my board. Every bit of it pushes me on and find language limiting to express just how much appreciation I have for each of you (so I'll channel it into working on the next chapter.)
Thank you, my friends. Here's to many more chapters, to much more angst, to the love underneath it all and in spite of it all.
—Hau 🫶
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la belle dame sans merci | carlisle cullen
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