One day, I hope to return to the half-written world I left adrift-to breathe life into their silent pages and let their stories finally speak. But lately, the muse has wandered from me, her whisper lost to the wind and time. Still, I keep my pen close, trusting that inspiration is not gone, only resting, and when she wakes, I'll be ready to write again.
To those who have walked beside my words, thank you. Your patience, your belief, your quiet presence mean more than I can ever say. I know I've drifted into a kind of hibernation, my story slumbering alongside me, waiting for the spark to return. Again the muse has wandered, but not forever. When she finds her way back, I promise- the words will rise again, and I'll be here, ready to share them with you.
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The Collector |Sequel to Collector of Odd| ON HOLD
FanfictionThere was a rumor of a woman called The Collector, a woman who stole more than just the gold from your pocket. She was rumored to have sailed with Captain Jack Sparrow, others even went as far to say they were in love. Now, it was said that she was...
