Designs

I change my template for this blog quite often - for no other reason than that I've not found one with which I am in perfect contentment. But this one, seems to strike it right.
I like the colours - pink, which is of subtle shade, nothing glaring or shocking or the like... soft...and one which I for one am not finding it boring to look at.

Of course you and possibly many others will beg to differ, but we are all entitled to our opinions.

So anyway, I think I'll be keeping this one for a while.

Privy

I am privy to information that you don't want me to know
I am privy to feelings that you try so damn hard to not show
I am privy to conflicts that you try to avoid and untangle
but it shows

I am privy to details that you think I do not know of
I am privy to connections that you don't know I'm in possession of
and I am privy to the feeling that you're lost
and you don't even know you're lost
or that you've lost

We will never be the same
We will never be the same again
Neither time or reconstruction will allow
Neither effort nor attempt will make a difference
Things just won't ever be the same
and well I know it
and now you know it
too.

What I Wouldn't Give to Provide Updates

This weekend has woken me up several times with heart-wrenching surprises, all in one row. I am astounded, and cannot help but feel like this is some sign for me to force myself to jot down whatever thoughts or ideas I have for After the Fog Clears - just so long as I continue writing.

And here is why:

"HEY THERE! your readers are waiting for you to update ur fic after the fog clears...can't wait to read the updates...please please please...just found ur fic and we are all hooked...please please please update and finish it..."

"YOU NEED TO UPDATE RIGHT NOW! I just started reading this story and I must say, I am in love with it. Penny's character is easy to relate too, plus I enjoy the fact that Kyle is Alex and vice versa. This is bound to be an interestingly entertaining read, so UPDATE!"

"....Can't wait to read more."

And there was two more after that.

I was rendered completely speechless, and shocked. I can't remember the last time I received so many requests to update...and reading all of this really makes me want to cry.

Thanks so much for everyone who is supporting me on this and wants me to go on. I would like to take that to mean I'm not a horrible writer, and I can give something which people find enjoyable and they would willingly want to spend time in reading it.

My Heart Bleeds Sharp Shards of Splinters

Was browsing through the reviews for the novel I am trying to write - currently in major hiatus - the title is "After the Fog Clears", and I feel like crying in reading them (the reviews). Apparently I seem to be able to write - I think that if I sucked at it no one would bother reading it or leave comments...so I must not suck...or at least, not that much?

There's a link to the site on the right side of this blog - but for your ease I link it again below:
After the Fog Clears

I want to write so bad it hurts. But I'm stuck.

photo by *emilianna12