Me, fleeing the scene every time.
But today. Today is the day I rip that freaking bandaid off and just say it. Okay. Yeah. I'll say it.
Life, everyone. Life gives you stuff and it also takes stuff away. And without going into a lot of excessive detail, I'll just flat out tell you, Life has taken away all my time. Normally, with a job I'd be like, well, I can still get up at 5 in the morning and work. Not this time. This time, (and for the foreseeable future) every single extra moment is taken up with school. Lots of it. More of it than I planned on for myself at this point.
Things happen, plans get messed up, and now I have a rough draft that most likely won't be finished for a long time.
And it sucks. It does suck. I love to write and I want to have time to do it, but I'm also a grown up. I have to devote my extra time to other stuff. Writing is fun, and Lord knows I'd PAY to do it, but there comes a point in your life where you have to look at the payout and realize your favorite hobby is a time suck that pays minimally and even though you want to do it right now, you can't.
So yeah. I can't. I'm sorry, for those of you who have emailed me and asked. I'm sorry for those of you who like the books and bought them and now are angered that you don't get to finish the story. (at least not now) If you want the rough draft and a story outline, email me. I'll try to set something up for you.
I could pull a GRRM and promise you for 7 years that it's coming out, but let's face it, I'm not George. He's a genius that people would wait decades to read. I'm not.
I'm not saying it will be decades. Not at all. But until school is finished, my writing is halted. That's a good two years, at least, I'm afraid.
Love to you all and sorry I was too sad to post earlier. I will take it up again when I can, but I understand if you've all moved on by then. Good luck to you, and happy reading.