This story used to make me happy. There was a time that this story was all I could think about, that I was passionate and enthusiastic about this story. But let me tell you a little secret about this story, I don't need it anymore. And if you don't understand what I mean then let me explain it to you.

When I started Somewhere in Time I was in an abusive marriage. My husband never physically abused me, but he hit pretty hard with his words. He liked mind games, he liked to make sure that he had control over me by making me feel like I was nothing.

Fanfiction started as an escape. Harry Potter was the only world I felt safe in. I met amazing people that encouraged me to write, and when I wrote people liked what I had to say. Reviews became like air for me.

Somewhere in Time's unexpected reception was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. The reviews you all wrote me, the support you all gave me, it gave me confidence, it gave me strength. And I used that strength to leave my husband.

But now, its years later. I'm divorced. I have a daughter. I'm in an amazing relationship with a wonderful man. And I don't need Somewhere in Time anymore. I don't need to escape from anything.

If you're wondering where my muse went, I'm afraid that she went out the door with my abuser. And she's not coming back. Its painful to write this story now. It hurts to relive all of those emotions and the pain that I was in.

I'm not saying I will never finish this story, but I have no intention of finishing it any time soon.

I guess what I'm saying is that I'm officially on hiatus. That I'm choosing to let go of this piece of my past for now and maybe someday I'll come back to it.