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Hello! I'm sorry that I haven't posted anything for so long. My life has been... hectic, to say the least. I've been looking at my account and leaving some comments here and there. I didn't write a whole lot during this time, however, because I was trying to work on my short story collection for my Creative Writing class. At the end of April before last, I requested to take the class as an Incomplete. My professor and I made an agreement as to what I needed to do in terms of work for the class (hence, the short story collection). The way an Incomplete works in my college is where I have until the end of the first month of the next semester of classes I take. Since I wasn't planning to take classes until the following Fall semester, I had the whole summer to work on my collection. However, my depression had taken quite a lot from me. It had been a struggle writing much of anything, be it a story for my collection or a Reader Insert. However, I was improving, and I began to write a little.

The writer's block that was put in place by my depression was broke when I wrote the story Talking to the Moon. I had initially started because I had the idea of taking the Bruno Mar's song and using it to make a soulmate story, where the soulmate mechanic was that those bound together were only able to communicate when they were in the moonlight. The other mechanic was that the soulmate would end up sending a beam of light up into the sky, which is how they are able to absolutely know who their soulmate is. However, instead of having these mechanics well known, I liked the idea that nobody knew how soulmates were connected. Which lead to having a Reader who hated the idea of soulmates. I was so happy once I polished Talking to the Moon and posted it for people to read and enjoy.

Unfortunately I didn't really write anything for my collection after that. By the end of the summer, I had about... 3 of the 8 stories I needed to make my collection. Once Fall semester was coming around again, I knew that I wasn't ready for classes again. So I took the semester off and worked full time. I also went for some testing at the suggestion of my therapist, which exposed something about me that I never knew I have been dealing with since I was born. So now I'm getting help for it, and I started writing more stories for the collection. By the end of the Fall semester, I had 5 of the 8 stories. At that point I decided I should take some classes in the upcoming Winter semester. I figured I would be able to push out 3 more stories in 1 month.

However, the month went by and I still didn't have those stories. At that point in time something felt wrong with my collection. So I requested a time extension for an additional 3 weeks to finish. Again, 3 weeks went by and I hadn't really moved from where I was. I figured I was screwed once the deadline passed (again). Ironically, I found I could finally start writing those final stories once the stress of trying to make the deadline became a dud. So, during the next couple months, I finish writing those stories. I also figured out that the reason why my collection wasn't falling into place as pretty as you please was because I had to change one of my current stories, as well as write yet another one on top of that. So I did it. After meeting the counselor who was the person in charge of seeing how I'm doing academically, I finally built up the courage to contact my professor and ask if he would still be willing to look at my collection, even if it was months after the deadline. I acknowledge that I technically shouldn't get a grade because of how late I was turning in my collection, but I still asked if he would be willing to give me one regardless. Here is where I now tell you that he his one of the best professors I've ever had while in college (which he is). Not only was he willing to take my collection, but he was willing to even give me a grade too.

I felt so insanely happy once I turned my collection in. I had been told by my college counselor that I didn't necessarily have to worry about finishing the Incomplete, since I had been doing so well in my current classes. But I couldn't give up on that class. That class signified one of the worst college semesters in my life, as well as my depression. Also, I have a burning desire to become a writer; giving up on that class would be akin to giving up on being a writer. Yet I got the collection in. (Granted, it was a whole year after I had originally taken the class, but who's keeping track of that?) I proved to myself that I had changed, that I conquered my depression.

My classes were wrapping up for the semester, so I focused on those. Then I had a brief two week break from school, in which I went back home. Being home wasn't as restful as I wished it was, but I mostly came home because I wanted to make sure to pack up the last of my stuff. During the semester, my parents told me that they had to move. It was hard to take their news, since I thought they would have staid where they were until all of my grandparents living in the area past away. However, my dad had gotten a promotion, which included needing to move to where my dad's new office was. I've gotten attached to the house my parents have lived in for the past 6 years, and I'm sad that it won't be ours soon.

Once my two weeks were up, I came back to college for spring classes. I started the semester taking a very difficult computer coding class. I thought I could've handled the massive amount of work ahead of me. However, it's been two years since the last coding class I took. There were many time while working on the first project where I knew what I wanted to code, but I couldn't remember how to do it for the life of me. So I was dealing with needing to re-learn how to code on top of all of the classwork I already had to do. At that point, the class went from being like a 40 hour work week to 80+. A week and a day after the semester started, I went through the process of dropping the class. Said process also included withdrawing from the whole semester, since I had only signed up for that one class. It was frustrating that I couldn't take follow through with what I had planned, but I felt immensely better after withdrawing from the semester. I now had all the time in the world to do whatever I want. And I enjoyed all of that freedom for... 1 day.

What happened between the time I withdrew and re-enrolled for the semester was I found another class I really wanted to take. It is an English class about Fantasy. (Hmm... nothing that I'm currently interested in. Not at all.) There was a session happening that day, and I enjoyed the discussion. I knew it would be best for me not to say anything, since I didn't do the readings for the class, but I picked up quite a bit about the different stories my soon-to-be-classmates. I finally couldn't not join in the discussion, and I impressed the professor because I had something to contribute. And now I am happily reading a lot of stories for actual homework, instead of reading stories in spite of the fact I had homework.

Even though I'm taking classes again, I had to look for a job. The place where I worked at over the school year is closed now, and being in a situation where I have negative cash flow is very bad. I know I technically was in this position already while I was taking the coding class. However the unsaid agreement I made with my parents was that they would financially support me in place of being able to work. Once I withdrew from the semester, I decided I had to get a job. (I didn't have anything else to do, so I might as well earn a couple bucks.) Even though I'm taking a class again, the english class is 100,000 times easier than my coding class. So I have more than enough time to work somewhere and finish my homework. Luckily, I just learned today that I've been hired to work at the Starbucks in my local Meijer.

Speaking of time, another thing which I plan to start doing is posting stories on a weekly basis. My main goal right now is once a week, but if I find my fingers glued to the keyboard, then I may post more frequently. And to celebrate/make up for my absence, I am doing a double post of a new series that I've been itching to write for a while. I hope you will enjoy!