So... Me.

Five months ago, I stopped reading books and stopped writing. It just kind of... Stopped, without warning, and I hated it. I just couldn't write any more, and nothing I read played in my mind like they used to. I used to be so absorbed in reading. I was writing a story, the longest, most devoted story I had ever written. I was planning out this fanfic, writing its chapters, knowing I would be able to complete it. But what I knew wouldn't come true.

Now, nothing I write or read appeals to me. Now and again, I've tried to write, tried to read.

I guess that's that then. That's the writing part of my life gone.

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9th August 2006

Today, I deleted my story, The Worst Secret, which is the last fan-fiction I have listed under my account. Even though I doubt anyone who read it is checking my account, I agree - it was good and however vain this may sound, I loved reading my own work and I was killing myself to know more (not literally, or course). But I've taken it down anyway, because I know I cannot carry on writing it if I keep it up. I promised myself long before I put it up here that I would write up to Chapter Five before putting it up, so that is what I am going to do now.

Wish me luck. It may take me yet another half a year at least.

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~Memorical