@EsperanzaValadez6 Ah hello, yes indeed, I haven’t died. If this is about the book, well; Im still here it’s just, hard. Im afraid I don't have an excuse, or a satisfying reason to my feelings I can put into words this is just a cycle my mind goes though trying not too look back. Yet iv been thinking about it every day, trying to fight nature and impart my will to paper. I have failed my task and left it too long between each and so what is the correct course of action to limit the amount of regrets I will face? Submit what I have so far, finish it up to a properly sized chapter, wait until I have a few more words so I can try and remake a sense of reliable frequency? Only for it to inevitably fall short once again as my horizons are far and time is not infinite.
I do not know why I cannot or have not posted, there is no excuse, only apologies. I did not know it too so long to recharge, or if this truly is a finite resource; perhaps I am simply undisciplined. But is is not forgotten, and every time I am able to rake myself to open my mind once again even for a little bit, even if it is replaced and rewritten, I will continue. Perhaps I need a bigger hammer, perhaps I should vary my writing quality to not scrub so much and simply bruit force my mind into work.
Regardless, It is not dead, I am not dead and I'm trying against the iron walls that surround me. To those waiting, the unfulfilled, the disappointed, all I can give to you in reparation is my apologies and the assurance that no one is more dissapointed in my tardiness than myself.