There is a man sitting on a park bench, perusing a weathered book in his red right hand. He smiles at you, inviting you to share a tale. Share a laugh, recall your fears; regardless, he will listen.
With the fall semester drawing to a close, I'm returning to actively writing and updating my stories. Yes, I've been online, but only to make sure my notifications feed wouldn't pile up and make me miss something.
I'm aiming on returning to a more active presence during the break, and a story is currently going through the moderation channels as we speak.
...you know, I realized that between my college work this fall, my part-time job, and the sheer amount of stuff I have planned for this story, I have to make a new schedule.