I'm getting quite a lot of people asking publicly and privately "What's up, TAW? You aren't doing much." lately and I'm kind of getting sick of it, so I figure I'll answer it loudly and publicly.
Firstly, as I mentioned in my last blog, I was not able to write over Christmas due to lack of sane tools. I only returned home two weeks ago, which would be a good turnaround time for a story anyway. There's no reason for anybody to be complaining yet if you had paid attention, or at least checked my blog first. I appreciate that people want to know, but the hostile ones really did not help.
Secondly, those people are correct; I am not doing much. I have a few paragraphs of the next chapter of WBHW and an abandoned half-draft of a sequel to Fighting Feelings, and I can't stomach the thought of continuing either.
I didn't want to "make it official" because I hoped it would pass more quickly, but this is not being the case. From this moment I am on indefinite hiatus. I am feeling very burned out on writing in general as well as severely disillusioned with the fanbase and the fanfiction community, and am going through a low period IRL as well. I have no plans to stop entirely, but I also have no plans. I do not know how I will proceed from here and I did not want to get here. I do not know when I will continue. I do not know.
I am sorry.










I don't think that she's coming back, guys.
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The writing style you employ in all the stories of yours I have read : A Drop of Fuel for a Nightmare, Her radiant dawn, Twilight's Second Slumber Party,Dashing that Rainbow,Fluttering Hearts; if ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING. It does intrigue me that the human character in these stories does not say anything. This is a very unique writing style that I wish to commend you on!
Oh, yeah. You're a person, too. Um... hey, howzit?
It's so cold without you here...
As a long time follower I wanted to let you know; even after 4 months of inactivity you're still my favorite writer. Take all the time you need, you deserve it.
Che la morte ti dia la pace che cercavi. Requiescat in pace.
I know I’m just a voice in the crowd, and that over the faceless screen of the internet, words can only mean so much, and that if I was with you face to face I would probably fail to talk to you, or even notice you. But I want you to know something. I love you. As little as you have done for me, or as little as you know me, I love you... No homo...