Mystery Writer

I, after finally feeling healthy enough, sat up and looked at the laptop's screen again. The list was still there. And…

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Hello fellow fanfiction writers and readers! It is I, the authoress of this fanfiction. I apologize for the abrupt ending of this fanfic but I am bored out of my skull to put it bluntly. To be even more blunt, the only reason I am writing Boots is because some of my fans poked and prodded me, saying I should continue this fic from Danny's pov. So I did… and I'm miserable. Yet another reason why I wrote Flip Flops (I have a lot of reasons for writing that fic) was because it was an idea that had been bugging me for a while. So I wrote that for fun, to take a break from torturing Danny physically. I just wanted to laugh. Well, my fascination with the idea of Danny and one of his fans switching places with him died once I was done with Flip Flops. Now every time I turn on my laptop to write another chapter for Boots I feel resentful and frustrated. It's not doing anything good for my health I can tell you that. So, I'm ending this fic here with the knowledge that each and every one of you has a good imagination and guidelines from Flip Flops. You can figure out what happened to him.

I'm sorry for doing this all to you but I can't take it anymore. I write fanfics to make me happy and this is not making me happy. Maybe someday in the future I'll replace this "chapter" with a truly written chapter and I will truly finish this fic. Maybe. I've lived a good bit of my life under other people's thumbs, doing what they tell me to do rather than what I want to do. And while I do like pleasing others, ultimately, I was never really happy. So, I'm ending this fic here in hopes of fulfilling some of my real dreams now.

I pray none of you hold this against me, but if you do I understand.

Sincerely,

Devianta