Author has written 1 story for Peter Pan.
One day, God will spare me the time to write. The way I want to.
Peter flung out his arms. There were no children there, and it was night time; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland, and who were therefore nearer to him than you think: boys and girls in their nighties, and naked papooses in their baskets hung from trees.
“Do you believe?” he cried.
~Peter and Wendy~
9.30.07.: I'm not sure why, but I'm suddenly getting an on-rush of messages encouraging me to continue LIT. Trust me, it's been prodding at my brain for the past how-many-months; I know how terrible I've been for leaving all my awesome readers in suspense for so long. Seriously, I'm impressed and grateful that people are still waiting faithfully. Love you all for it. And it makes me happy to know that my story has inspired others to write their own PP fiction. If my story isn't progressing, at least it's helping others to grow!
As of now, I'm ohmehgawddddd busy with school. And honestly, I cringe whenever I try to go back and read LIT. It needs serious revision, and I feel like I can't continue it until that's done.
I'd tell you when the next update is going to be if I knew, but I don't want to make broken promises. They suck. A lot. What I can say is that Peter and Wendy will get their resolution...one way or another.
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