Had I had a better story concept back then, I would've continued writing my books by now. BUT NO! And that's the point! Read one line in the first chapter and I'm cornered like a coward.. how am I supposed to write if my mind's clouded from embarrassment??
Back to the point, the only future for my works would only happen once I decided to rewrite almost EVERYTHING or continue the 'things' I created once in a blue moon. I don't necessarily have to put it like that, but only a miracle could make me continue the old ones.
Just thinking that I should give y'all a word or two cuz I ain't disappearing without a word.
