This is me starting over, more or less. I've had several websites about my books and have taken them down and changed them and rearranged everything, so this is what I'm going to do.
If you're curious as to what my blog posts used to hold, you can visit these two sites. If not, you can see things updated here instead. I might or might not add stuff to those, and the one with wix.com has an option to get notified when I update. I'm not so sure about Weebly, although I've been using it longer.
But here's what's new and what's to come listed below, as well as a heads-up.
BOOKS BEING EDITED
The Blood Room Alternate Ending #1
BOOKS BEING WRITTEN
Into Darkness, Into Light
BOOKS COMING SOON
The One (The One-Hundred Series)
Lily-Flor (The One-Hundred Series)
There are probably more, but those are the ones off the top of my head.
Now for an update on me and what I'm doing in the real world, outside of the ones I create.
I literally came up with another idea for a seventh book for The One-Hundred. I'm telling myself to calm down. Because that seventh book might not happen, even though seven is my lucky and favorite number (aside from seventeen). But I found my outline for Damian's Deeds and I'm starting to try and write them again. I also just found the first two chapters to Sameness (which I also am working on an outline for).
Anywho, life has finally calmed down for me and I can finally breathe--the only problem is the want to breathe. Wow, that sounded worse out loud. Or on screen. Whatever.
I don't mean I want to die. Calm down. I can't explain it. I don't want to do anything. Sometimes I feel like I struggle with depression and I think this is a tiny bit of it. It's like something inside of me is sopping wet with sticky syrup and is pulling me to the ground bit by bit and my legs have found it impossible to stand against it. My brain knows and tells me that this will pass and that I'll be writing again, but it's killing me that I'm not wanting to. But I want to. It's a strange thing to try and explain, but... I feel weighed down. I feel unable to move.
I understand what I'm feeling to an extent. I'm intuitive that way, and I know it will pass if I give it enough time. But the thought that all these people who are reading my books as I update are missing out and growing bored with the worlds I create because I'm taking too long is too much to bear sometimes. Seven thousand people have followed me on Wattpad for one reason or another, and it isn't to watch me collect dust. I'm not running out of ideas, just motivation. And I need that motivation. I've been motivating myself my whole life. My family has always been there for me, and I would constantly hear their support in my ear at the right times, but now I'm alone. I might be married, but I feel alone in the motivation area as I'm trying to adjust to this missing piece. And don't get me wrong--I have the best and most supportive husband ever. But he doesn't read my stuff and he doesn't talk to me about it, and talking about my books gets me excited and makes me want to write more because I know I've touched someone in a way that stuck. And that's all I want to do. To touch someone in a way that changes them through my words and stories and characters.
Anyway. Enough complaining. Enough whining. Everything will get back to normal hopefully soon. Fingers crossed.
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