155 followers. That’s a huge number for a nobody like me. Especially one who’s been inactive for so long until now. I’m sure almost everyone that follows me, if they even still USE Wattpad anymore, have probably grown out of the phase that I was in when I wrote my first stories. I wonder if my followers simply don’t exist anymore? Looking back at all the comments, the messages, the notifications from YEARS ago, fills me with a strange mix of pride… and self cringe. For the age I was, those stories were… passable. But now, on the cusp of 23 years old, all I can say is…
Jesus Christ, how horrifying. Romance stories about KIDS in a KIDS’ tv show… YIKES, man. I will not remove the stories of course, as they’re a relic of what I once was. And of course the most recent one (not the one in progress) is the only one I’m genuinely still proud of. I do hope the few of you that might still be active, may actually see my new story as it slowly comes out chapter by chapter. As I develop a title, maybe even a story cover, build up the characters themselves. I can only hope that people will actually read it, because 1 view out of a full week is a little disheartening. Sure, it’s not much to look at yet. But it will be.
And unlike the promise of a sequel to Interdimensional Threat, which I sadly could not keep due to previously mentioned circumstances, I can assuredly promise that this story I’m working on— this test of my own writing skills, this showing of how my mind works, this piece of me that’s been brewing for YEARS and has gone through draft after draft, plot after plot, characters after characters, themes after themes, and has FINALLY landed on something concrete enough that I can confidently write it out and publish it as it comes— will, at least in my eyes, be quite a sight to behold.
If you managed to actually read this all the way to the end, make sure you go hydrate yourself and pat yourself on the back for listening to the ramblings of a crazy man.