Andie Orion

I'm a horrible person. 
          
          A real-life conversation struck: my best guy friend admitted his undying love to me. I call it "undying"  because we've had this conversation about 20 years ago and it seems as nothing has changed. Including my feelings, or lack there of, for him. 
          
          While he said what he did, my brain was running amok, thinking of what sort of situation I could write about using his incredibly important words that still play no part on any emotional heartstring I own. 
          
          Alas, his words turned into a 5 page ramble about a Bakugo x Shoto situation and a quick blurb on Tumblr under the same Wattpad name (PoppyThatcher).
          
          "Such a cruel world, I lived in. Hearing the words I had so longed to hear... from someone who my mind, body and soul showed absolutely no deeper love for other than friendship."

So... I've been debating posting some "short" stories on here. (If that's what we call them?)
          
          And it's nothing major... But I have a special little brain that throws me into mega-dream mode. Where my dreams are so vivid and mapped out like mini-movies. A lot of times these are tied to what I do before I head to bed. It's always been that way for me, and I'm never quite sure how it ever happens or what specifically triggers it. I always referred to it as "dream-walking" cause its resemblance to sleep-walking (minus the potential harm) really made me hyper aware. 
          **I used to watch Supernatural and Criminal Minds before bed... But I can't do that these days without dreaming about awful murders! 
          
          Now the reason I don't post (and I know it's silly): the handful of you authors I follow on here are phenomenal and I'm just so doubtful of where my work stands. Silly, I know, because there are also worse (subjective on my part cause I'm a stickler for decent grammar) writers posting with immense bravery. But writing has always been my outlet and being judged for it just sounds a wee bit scary! Not to mention sometimes dreams don't finish, I don't get to pick up where I left off... And writers block has always seemed to haunt these unfinished dreams because I'm horrible at mapping out story plots and such.
          
          As an actual artist (the pencil and paper/digital art kind)... Unfishied work, that I personally hate, sits in my drafts for no one to see for years on end. So not sharing and keeping everything to myself is quite normal of a feeling.
          
          But maybe 2022 is a time to be brave and share myself a little more! The decision is nerve-wracking! Lol. 
          
          Don't mind me. I am, and have always been, my own worst critic. 
          
          

I hope you enjoyed Precious Lies! ❤️ I hope to be updating it more frequently.