after 6 long years of multiple stories (now completed, incomplete, rewritten, or forever lost) i have made a decision (considering the fact i’ve already been MIA for months now) that i will officially being throwing in my hat.
it doesn’t mean i’ll be gone forever. i might pop in here or there to write a chapter or a new book if i feel inspired, but if i’m being honest, i haven’t felt inspired in months.
it’s like all of the creativity has left my brain. i feel brain dead most of the time. i used to love writing, it was my favorite pass time to escape reality. i was also 12 years old at the time and had a high imagination as most do but i find my self always imagining, like an unhealthy coping mechanism.
i love too easily because i always expected my love life to be like my characters, in a sense. it wasn’t good on my mental health.
i don’t think i will ever find the motivation to write again, but who knows. maybe i’ll be listening to that one song or watching that one episode. and maybe, just maybe, the wheels will start turning in my head again.
sincerely,
a young woman who i hope will find her light one day.