Dear readers,
I have a confession.
I genuinely don't know how I ended up writing FOUR stories at the same time.
Like, one day I was a normal person. Then suddenly my brain decided, "You know what would be fun? Creating four different worlds, fifty different scenes, and enough emotional damage to last a lifetime."
And I said, "No."
My brain said, "Too late."
Now every night I lie in bed trying to sleep peacefully.
My brain at 3 AM:
✨ What if these two characters accidentally get married?
✨ What if that character secretly has a tragic backstory?
✨ What if we start ANOTHER story?
EXCUSE ME? ANOTHER?!
I haven't even finished the first four!
At this point, I'm not writing stories.
The stories are writing me.
Sometimes I'm doing homework and suddenly a chapter appears in my head.
Sometimes I'm eating and a plot twist attacks me.
Sometimes I'm trying to sleep and my brain starts a full movie with background music and everything.
Then I wake up the next morning and remember absolutely nothing except that it was "the greatest idea ever."
Very helpful. Thank you, brain.
And somehow all four stories are demanding attention at the same time.
Story 1: Update me.
Story 2: No, update me.
Story 3: I need character development.
Story 4: I need drama.
Me: I need sleep.
Nobody listens to me.
So if my updates are chaotic, just know that I'm currently being held hostage by my imagination.
Anyway, thank you for reading my stories, supporting my random ideas, and surviving this chaos with me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go fight my brain before it creates a fifth story.
Pray for me. ✍️