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28/11/18


Hey everyone, I wanted to start by apologizing, I know I was supposed to get a Halloween themed story up during October. Truthfully, I did start one, but I ended up completely hating the idea and scrapped it, maybe I will revise it and go back to it in the future, but for now please don’t expect it.
Next, I want to say sorry for the lack of content on the blog, if I am being completely honest and raw here, I have been in a bit of a slump, I have ideas, but I just cannot bring myself to write them, I feel like nothing is going to be good enough. I read so many beautiful things, words that flow through me like air and I don’t know if I will ever be able to write like that, to compare to the great works of literature. I know I am always my own worst critic, but I feel like I need to take a step back and deal with my personal problems, to heal myself and not have so many priorities on my plate.
For those of my readers who don’t know, I have moved and am finding it extremely difficult to make new friends, which I thought I would be okay with, but I have since realized it has affected me in a way I didn’t expect. I feel alone constantly. But I am finally with my family again and I hope to quickly get back to my old self, or a new self, a new me with a river of inspiration…maybe.
I feel I need to address ‘the book’ I keep talking about, tying in with what I mentioned before, I have absolutely no confidence in writing something that would be publicly published, I need to learn proper technique and the craft of writing. I was hoping to continue working on it in January time, but I am not sure. I feel I need to take some Creative Writing classes or something like that. However, I do promise that I will come back to it, I will not give up on the characters and the world I have created in my head, they will just take some more time to form that’s all.
As I work through this bump in my life, I still feel I need a creative outlet to express anything and everything, how would you feel about me maybe writing more personal posts like these? Once I begin to post stories again, I can mingle these in as well? Just a thought I had, tell me what you think…
Lastly, tomorrow, Thursday November 29th, 2018 marks the one-year anniversary of this blog, when I took the leap to follow my love for writing, when I published ‘The Dark Days and The Bright Nights’, which happens to be one of my favourite stories I have written. I did plan to upload a story idea I have been coming back to for a few weeks, but as I said before, I need to take some time, to try and regain my confidence in my words.
I am not sure when I will return to posting my stories, but I do hope it is soon.
Again, I am sorry.
Wallflower Kate

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