On a Wednesday in late spring I decided to go through my old Deviantart page. I downloaded the app, as one does these days, and went to browsing my old photos. So many memmorys, so many half done projects. I read through my comments and journals and sigh to myself.
"Why was I so angry at the world? Why did I try to force people to like me?"
I look over to my computer screen at the 6 compleat chapters from my book I am so passionate about. The same passion that let previous projects fall by the wayside.
"You will not be forgotten or cast aside half finished." I said looking at my 12 unfinished chapters. "I will remain vigilant on writing a