sorry, lovelies. Just read?
I’ve decided, due to my inconsistent life style (and more importantly inconsistent writing styles) that a lot of the stories I have here that were one shots (like this one here) then expanded upon will return to their original form until I have enough to post several chapters.
On a more direct note, concerning Living, this was never really meant to be a one shot. I posted it as such because it was on a computer that was trash bound. This was originally the story of my life, highly stylized to take smaller revelations and make them more worth the read. Writing is a coping mechanism for me, and so sometimes I have amazing days and sometimes there are not such good days. The opening was a good day, the rest not so much. I have about two hundred hand written pages for this story hidden away somewhere. I have to find it, and then I will fix and finish this. Until then, suspense I guess. To me, that’s better than putting out a bad story. And the chapters I put up were crappy at best compared to the Prelude.
So, loyal readers (I know there are at least five of you, lol), I am going to repost this all... until then, I have a new story, fresh off the presses and dying to leak it’s controversial juices into your brain. Look for it sometime today or tonight. But for now, I miss you and I can’t wait to write for you. Writing is the air I breathe, and you lovely morsels are the oxygen I crave.
Until we meet again,