WritingByCandlelight

Hi. It's me.

More than a year later.

Obviously, things have happened since my last journal post, and I haven't logged into DeviantArt basically since then because it got away from me and I've recently wanted to maybe try picking up writing fanfiction & publishing it on tumblr (where I like to READ fanfiction) and it reminded me of DeviantArt.

If anyone who read & for some reason enjoyed Hades & Persephone, and you don't wish me to fall into the pit of Tartarus (heh), I have a surprise. 

I'm going to post the last two parts of H&P tonight. Because why not.

I haven't even looked them over yet, and I probably will just to see how bad it is, because I like to think my writing has improved since then. But, even though no one probably cares about that story anymore and has forgotten about it, I feel obligated to post the last two parts.

So, to anyone who reads those, I hope you enjoy them. If not, I apologize, but I barely even remember writing it because my writing style has improved since then. 

If anyone somehow wants me to make a more complete return & get somehow more involved in the DeviantArt world again (I'll need to relearn the website) just let me know. I can't imagine anyone liking my writing enough for that, but if somehow that's the case I'll do my best. 

Sorry I was gone so long. Better late than never, right?

Toodaloo,
~WBC

...hi. (See the bottom for a tl;dr if you wanna skip me complaining about my health issues)

I'm pretty sure that if I do decide to open up the Hades and Persephone story again, I'm not going to be able to see any words behind the cobwebs. 

In my mind, I DO have an excuse for not writing/posting the rest. Whether or not the people that follow me on here SEE said excuse, however...

Anyway. Long story short, my health declined rapidly. I know, and it wasn't a "poor little baby can't sit with her laptop and write" thing, either. It was a BIG decline. A completely vertical drop into mutant shark-invested waters with sharp rocks and-

You get the point.

I developed a nasty condition and I just went so far downhill. One thing after the other happened to me and as much as I wanted to, writing was not something I could do. To be honest, I'm not too sure it is, anyway.  

tl;dr : I had the last two parts of Hades and Persephone written before I got so sick. I glanced over them tonight. As much as I may not like them, should I post them just to have the story "finished?" Even if anyone who reads them might not like them? Assuming anyone sees this. 

I'm not sure what I'll do if I don't get a response. Planning for not getting any, but hey. Worth a shot.


~WBC

Hi, everyone.

This won't be a ranting journal, I promise. I'll get straight to it.

About a month ago, my dad and cousin both got into a horrible accident out of town (we were visiting family up in another state for July 4th). I've been there, away from home, spending my nights in a hospital for the past few weeks and I have been focusing on my family and completely (and rightfully) ignoring my social medias and the like, including all of my writing. School starts up soon for me, and I'm going to be one stressed girl. I don't know when I'll start posting, but it won't be for a while.

My apologies. But then again, this wasn't something I could control. But I feel better knowing I've given you a reason why.

With love,
~WBC

P.S. Give your family and friends and everyone else you love a great big hug. If hugs aren't your thing, then okay. But show them you love them, even if you don't really want to tell them. Just something. You never know what could happen.

I feel like all I've been doing here on this website is writing journal entries about how sorry I am, instead of the story that a legitimately surprising amount of people enjoy.

I don't think I can think of any new words and phrases to say another apology that is any different than the numerous before these. But since I owe it to the readers of mine that are still somehow reading these journal entries/wants to laugh at my pathetic excuse for an "apology."

Feel free to skip this next part if you don't wanna read my sappy, kinda personal, and horrid apology.

Life, true to its sneaky, slithering character, caught up to me very quickly. School became very stressful (no surprise there), and my health started to decline. It hurt to get out of bed, and getting fourteen hours of sleep felt like getting 2. (Obviously this is a very loose explanation - it would take a LOT longer to explain exactly how it felt. Basically, just overall extremely sick and weak.) Turns out I have fibromyalgia (google it, if you don't know), which is NOT fun. Plus, it's stress induced, and the school situation only made things worse. I was truly and honestly in a bad writing place - I hadn't touched any of my writings in weeks, and no part of me wanted to. And maybe that was good, I don't know. Making a longer story somewhat less long, I didn't write anything. It was shoved deep back into my mind and my only focus was grudgingly crawling and surviving school and the stress it brought. I'm out for the summer, now, thankfully, and most of that stress is gone. I still have my bad days though, and unfortunately when I have a "bad day," I don't get to writing as much as I'd love to. So I guess I'm not just apologizing to anyone who reads this, but to myself.

So again, I'm sorry.

And if any of you are still here, (and I know I said this in my last entry) thank you. It's crazy to me to know that this many people like (or, at least, READ) my stories, even with all my mistakes and horrible sentences and plot points. I appreciate every single one of you. And I promise (if this has any value) that the next part of my story is coming soon. I also ask that you bear with me. I will do my best to write, and I hope that every part of it is enjoyable to you. I most likely will fail at doing so, but I will do my best.

Thank you. So much.

Sincerely,

~WBC

 

There's no use in lying here.

Life caught up to me, and I honestly wasn't able to write, and I barely got on here.

I am a horrible human being.

I've left a surprising amount of people (to me, anyway) in the dust with my Hades and Persephone story. And I feel so freaking guilty for doing it, but honestly I haven't been able to do anything. I hit a block in it, and another block, and then other things happened, and I went through a period of the usual, "I suck, I'm not writing anything ever again" for about three months, and so I'm being up front and telling the zero people that will see this that I haven't written much.

I'm not even sure if any of my readers will see this, as many of them might have given up on a budding writer who doesn't have a clue what she's doing.

But, because I feel so guilty about it, I'm going to ATTEMPT (emphasis on attempt) writing this again. No apology in the world can encompass how icky I feel about leaving you guys stranded. And I for one, as an avid reader, hate cliffhangers. But, as an avid writer, I like to make them in my own stories and say, "This one's not that bad!" That probably happened.

Please, please pretty pleeeeease be patient with me through this. Writing is a difficult trek, especially picking up a story that I haven't even opened since last year. And I'm still finding myself both as a person and as a writer, so bear with me here.

I'm going to get parts of the mythology wrong. I'm going to write the wrong "there" because I usually write late at night (past midnight) and I get extremely tired. And it is already apparent that I will unintentionally take leave of absences from this site. I'm sorry.

~WBC

P.S. To anyone who reads this journal entry, I really do appreciate your support, if I still have it. It's amazing when I get nice comments, as I don't get them often about my writing in real life. I love you for reading my work, and honestly, having just one person to read anything I write is a blessing, let alone to have multiple people. So with my horrible, inadequate "sorry," thank you.