To start off, I would like to say I doubt anyone reads these posts (excluding myself), but I guess that's okay.
Well, it's been over two years since I updated "Over the Edge" or whatever you would like to call it. Two years is a long time.
Also, next month, it will mark two years since I updated "You Can Call Me the Orphan". I actually am not fond of that title or the story itself. I wrote that when I first started to get sort of serious about writing, and I find myself cringing horribly whenever I try to edit any of my stories, or even write a new chapter at all. It's crazy that I almost have two thousand reads on "Orphan", but it is just unfixable, along with all of the others.
Around nine months ago, I finally gained my inspiration to write after so long. Well, it disappeared shortly after it came back. I've been going through some tough times for the past two years, mostly with inner conflict. Trying to work it out has been very difficult and I do not have motivation to write –– or other things, for that matter. I am infamous for promising to update stories and then not even writing anything at all. I am so very sorry if you actually read any of my stories. There are two reasons why. One- they are terrible, and most likely caused you great pain. Two- they will never be finished. I say that with great certainty. For now and ever, those broken stories will be left to float around –– on Wattpad, and, occasionally, in my mind.
Anyway, I hope to be spinning tales soon because I have grown more serious about writing. I still have no clue as to what career I would like to pursue in the future, but I have an inkling it will be something to do with writing. Or a different form of creativity. Or a career of that nature.
There is a ninety-nine percent chance that no one is reading this, and that is perfectly okay. Writing this has definitely lifted some weight off of my shoulders. I hope you are doing swell.
With Love,
Morgan. :)
