This is an incredibly important announcement, and I'd like to let everyone know.
I found out why I haven't been writing as much. I'm going through burnout, and I didn't even realize. I had been writing non-stop since I was 11, and at times I'd write two or three books at once. Doing that continuously, on top of trying to improve the same books over and over and over again with rewrite after rewrite has left me without passion.
Now that doesn't mean I'll stop writing. I love it very much. I'm just a little burnt out right now, and I'm taking a break from all my books. I am still writing, and in fact I have begun to write little things (one shots I guess?) about a character named Albert. I'm not ready to make a book out of him yet, but he's helping me take a break from all my normal things that I'm not happy with.
I'm not happy with any of my works, to be honest. The Music Box, Time Watchers, Humanoid-Nuclear, Wingless Fairy... I love the characters and I love the passion I put into the stories, but I'm tired of looking at 'em. At least for now. They're cringy and make me feel at a loss. I like how the new rewrite of The Music Box is going, but I still need a long hiatus from it. I don't know what I'm doing, and even though I'm changing it drastically, I know where it goes. I've seen it before. We've been through the same shpeel. And I need to walk away from it for now.
If you want to see what I'm up to, though, I finally got an Instagram. My boyfriend convinced me to get it awhile ago. My username is @that_awkward_dragon4 and although I don't post much, you can see what I'm up to.
I look forward to coming back, but for now, my books are taking a break. You can always PM or DM me on here if you wanna ask questions or talk, but other than that, I'll be pretty inactive on here. So, this is goodbye for now. Catch ya on the flip side.
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The Music Box
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