I've thrown out all of my old stuff because I hated it. I'm at a point in my writing career (as I like to call it) where I need to shit or get off the pot. I haven't taken any of my WIPs seriously in a long time because I was writing them wrong. I was trying to make things happen that I didn't feel would happen. I was pointing at the characters and telling them what to do instead of sitting back in the corner, quietly, and listening and watching. I started writing because I love travelling, going other places and times. I want to make an impact, I want to grip, grasp, throttle my audience like I have been, by nothing but words alone. I haven't posted anything in a long time, but I have been writing, and in that time I've grown a kind of sensitivity to language and character, and plot and theme. What I was working on before was going nowhere. Now that I know it, now that I can see that I was wrong, I intend to fix it.

I'm going to start with nothing but drabbles and ficlets, because really, I can't handle a long work. Not yet. So to all of you I've disappointed, I truly am sorry. I didn't intend to do this, but now that I've grown it's unavoidable. This is my dream I'm talking about, here. This is what I'm living for. What I had before is going to be nothing to what I will produce, and for that, I'm not sorry at all.