Dear friends (people who read my stories are my friends you all must be great people okay-),
As you've probably noticed, I haven't updated this story in half a century. I'm honestly so sorry about that, I feel horrible for just leaving this hanging when I've barely even gotten started.
I feel that I need to let you guys know this, though: I have A LOT of ideas for this story.
I just need to... Organize them.
There are set points on the ORAS timeline that I'm planning to introduce these ideas, but some are more complicated than others and require more foreshadowing. Regular story stuff, right?
What I'm asking in this chapter is for your patience. I promise I'm trying to make this story as best I can, and I most definitely have not abandoned this project of mine. I need time to really lay out my plans, and possibly re-write the parts I've already published.
Of course, this was a mistake on my own part. I went into this story just knowing I wanted HOENNSHIPPIG with LETTERS and.... FLUFF! But now I'm stuck, and it's not that I don't know what I want to do with my next part; it's that I'm having a hard time going about it for multiple reasons. One being that I feel I can use the current scene I'm on for good foreshadowing, and another being that I don't feel as if I'm writing at my very best.
My favorite writing so far has been done in my Bravely Default book called "Bittersweet". In the 2 parts I haven't even posted yet, I feel like I've done my best work. I want to get THAT writing, into THIS book. Idk how yet, maybe I need to listen to more music when writing.
In conclusion, I hope you all understand my point here. I know I tend to jump around a lot, so if you're confused just comment. OR, if you have suggestions for what I could do to make my writing better/plot out the story to its fullest, then I IMPLORE you to comment. I appreciate it a lot, honestly.
Have a great day/evening my friends, thank you for reading!
YOU ARE READING
The Letters and Diary of Brendan Birch
Romance"Dear May" Each letter started with the same two words, But each time the ink marked my paper, they began to hold emotions I couldn't begin to describe.