It's been about 5 or 6 years since I started Painting Flowers and honestly, it blows my mind that to this day, people still read it. Although I'll be honest, I regret large portions of it because of how c r i n g e y it is to look back on, but also because I feel as though there was an immense lack of respect and enormous amounts of arrogance and naivety influencing what I wrote. I'll be honest, realistically speaking I don't think I'll ever finish writing it, however, I do see myself finishing it eventually? I've still not forgotten what I've had planned. It's just hard to, idk, w r i t e after so long? I'm definitely not the same person I was when I started the book.
At 14 or however old I was when I started it, I was a completely different person. As of a few days ago, I'm now 18, a legal adult where I live and I'm almost nervous to ever pick up writing it again due to the difference that I know will be there. I suppose it'll be interesting though.
Primarily though, I want to say thank you to every single person who's ever taken an interest in Painting Flowers, or any of my stories. Be it just adding it to your reading list or commenting religiously on every chapter and passage like I know some of you do. I still get the notification emails and I love and appreciate them immensely. Thank you! I just felt like writing this bc i d k <3 enjoy + happy spooky month!
