I used to write stories, all the time. People would say they were good and that they liked them, but an adolescent lack of confidence is a dangerous, sad thing. I deleted everything a few years ago.

Literally. Everything. 

Novels.
Shorts.
Non fiction.
General fiction.
Good.
Bad.

I didn't think the stories were worth reading, and so I forced myself to put the pen down. It wasn't until I stumbled over a lone story, a forgotten attempt at a novel all those years ago, that I realized I had potential. Not to be great, or even good, but to be decent. And so now here I am, trying to pick the pen back up and put the gears into motion.

I thank you for reading my works, if you do, and appreciate critiques. I have a lot of ground to cover and a lot of story ideas to recover.