tizzrah

Life sort of exploded over the past few months and I haven't been able to do much writing.  I just started on chapter two of Toy Soldiers.  >.>  I suck hardcore. Hope to update soonish, especially seeing as I have lost a few watchers.

After a lengthy, forced hiatus to collect my sanity, I am happy to announce that, due to a rather vivid dream last night in which my characters decided to remind me that they still exist, I will be writing again very soon.  I've had the day to mull over and piece together what I could, and the result is a fun, interesting storyline that I am super-eager to start!  (I knew I wouldn't be able to keep the gears from turning long.)  I always get this trembling, yearning excitement right before a major story arc, and this time is no different despite the changes I'll have to make. I doubt I will post everything I write, but maybe I will toss up a

Is it possible to feel so heartsick as to lose all of your creativity completely? Is it really possible that you can be so lost and distracted in that single, creative corner of your mind that you would rather just forget you ever found it? I know I'm betraying them, but I think I'm done. It's just too painful to keep trying.