Popping in to ask about 'Your Wayward Girl'. Just wondering if you had plans on updating or if the story is on hiatus for the foreseeable future. No pressure, I know a lot of authors don't like when readers pressure for updates and I completely understand that. I hope all is well with you! Take care.
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i hate to say it but my life doesn’t allow time to write fanfic anymore—not even slightly. i actually haven’t sifted thru my dash in months, and when i do it’s never for more than a few minutes. i put it off—but i should probably say something in case there are still kids waiting around for me. i don’t plan on finishing ywg. it bums me out because i was emotionally attached to it (and glee, and the actresses and stuff) at a point, but i’m this grown-up all of a sudden and i just can’t stay up ‘til 3 am typing feverishly over a laptop without arising the suspicion in my lover that i have some, ya know, secret german porn addiction or something.
on top of which, i don’t really want to anymore. at least not more than i want to put my energy into other things right now. i’m sorry to disappoint you guys, not for the first time.
my darling, my darling, where are you?
Anonymous
i’m in a very good place. :)
your wayward girl ch 13
Story: Your Wayward Girl
Chapter 13 Title: New York
Category: Glee
Character(s): Rachel B. & Quinn F.
Words: 3,142
Genre(s): Romance/Angst
Rating: Rated: M
Summary: The drunken one-night stand that wasn’t. Faberry Week day 3 .
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8233613/13/
I never really leave many reviews on FanFicNet, but I left you some. They probably look more like love confessions. (They kind of are love confessions. And when I say kind of, I mean that I think I love you.) Not to creep you out. Please keep writing. Your writing is inspiring.
Anonymous
it’s weird to think back to when i was a teenager. i was like this tiny sulking mass of…angst, pouting at the void; empty spaces. swirling in the opposite direction of the universe just because. i wish i could go back and be my own ‘it gets better’ campaign. i’d high-five myself, and get myself some ice-cream…and a much needed haircut.
