An Apology · 1:56pm Jun 21st, 2020
Hello.
I've always kept to myself, unless I'm pouring my heart out in paragraphs. There was a time when I was motivated, driven, inspired to write, that time is not now. And as much as I hate to admit it, I think I may be a slave to my writing.
As I write these words, I feel like I'm wandering, lost. I used to write because I thought it was fun. I had an idea and I wanted to put it on paper, I did. But, things aren't so simple now.
I never graduated high school, I dropped out during grade eleven. I don't know why I did. I feel limited in my ability to write, because of my education. That discourages me. But I feel that isn't the reason I don't write as much as I want to. Comparison, I think that may be the source. I see all these successful writers and I can't help but feel that I'm not as good as them. Not good enough to be like them.
I've been here since late 2017, I have written and published four stories since I arrived, three of which are unpublished to this day. I'm not proud of that.
It's been a little over a year since I've uploaded To Feel Is To Understand to the site. The most chapters I've uploaded were five. I'm pretty sure I left off with Arthur about meet with half of the Mane Six. The story didn't change much. It still isn't close to ending. I want to apologize for that.
I wish I had a better reason other than simply not wanting to write it. Don't get me wrong, I want to write. I just don't want to.
That isn't to say I'm quitting. I've stuck around to tell a damn good story, and I'm not leaving until I do. That is a promise. And thank you for sticking with mine for so long.
Anyways, I better go. I'll see you in the next one.
Peace.
-D
