Whoa! She remembers how to write!

[moon_dancing]

On occasion, I surprise myself. For instance, I never thought I'd be one of those authors - the kind who rarely update and tend to disapear from the fandom for indisputed amounts of time. I knew, from the moment I decided to begin posting, that I wouldn't be able to update often, but for a while, I was on a slight schedule.

Then a few months passed by and I tried to write, getting nowhere fast. A few more months passed and now we're only a month away from a year having passed since What Dreams May Come was last updated.

I am one of those authors.

However, never fear! The muse has returned, I've begun contact with my old beta, found a new beta to push and prod me (the lovely white_tulips), and [here's the best part] I'm writing.

I know, I know, I had to pick myself up off the floor from shock, too. And then I started writing again.

Life's been a bitch, but it's kicked me in the ass and pushed me back to where I think I need to be. I can't promise a time when wdmc will be updated, I won't even go as far as to estimate. What I can tell you is that it will be updated before the one year mark has come and passed. We're getting close to the end (it may end up being three more chapters vs. the two more I had been thinking...I'm still unsure) and I'd like to finish it before I get too far into over two years of writing this. That, and I'd really like to get back into writing Ride the Wind.

So - to make sure you're receiving my upmost apologies for the long lack of updates and to hopefully get you excited about the coming chapter - a small sample.

“He fights back.”

“Master?” The quivering servant stepped to the side of his unhappy master.

“He fights me now. He will not let me in, as though he can keep me away,” he hissed, a laugh evident in his words. “Something has changed.”

“Changed, Master? Perhaps he has grown stronger in magic?” The servant regretted speaking the possibility the moment it left his mouth.

“Silence! It is not that kind of change.” He stood, his long black robes flowing around him, almost paving his way as he began pacing in front of the fire. “There is something different around him. He holds a secret.”

Hmmm...what could be going on in this chapter? I'm quite excited to finally be writing it.

Till next time ~
Peace n huggles n cookies
missers