The Nightmare on Palm Street

by Atlasdreams

Where the line between dreams and reality blurs and distorts. Where what happens while you sleep will affect you in the real world. With a fear like this, it would be best if we all never went to sleep, but this fear is only here to haunt them and them alone. M for language, mild sexual themes, and the spooky stuff. [BACK FROM HIATUS]

10. Just a Thought

Beloved reader,

it's literally been YEARS since I last posted here with consistency. I'm sure you've noticed. I'm sure it's caused some major distance from you, my reader, my audience, my indirect motivator, from this story, and for that, I apologize. This isn't uncommon. I've had favorite stories where those authors had ceased continuous content for various and valid reasons, yet it still hurt to some degree. And I empathize those events that have reflected upon myself.

I cherish this story so much, the lengths it's traveled and the layers it delved into and peeled away. It has showed me your love and enthusiasm and praise and how deeply invested you became and it tinges my heart with the fact that I had become so inconsistent despite my seldom bursts of inspiration to continue. With this inconsistency came a very pronounced difference in my writing styles, pushing the me of past with the me of recent. I want to format the early chapters of this story within a more present approach of my perspective. I want to rewrite and correct it, but keep its premise identical. It will still be the story you love, but, in essence, matured, as a reflection of my present self. I had and still have a lot going on in my life. The desire to continue is still here, I haven't given up my vision of it. I still hope that this reaches you and let's you know. And I hope that you haven't either, which embues me with the thoughts of every single attempt you made in accessing this story to see if it updated, every time you checked your email for notifications that never came. Rationally, I know that's not something I have to necessarily apologize for, but I am very familiar with the discouraging feeling that arises from it.

I am sorry for setting my passions aside myself. It has made me feel unfulfilled and enveloped me in this sense of me missing a part of me.

Beloved reader, again, I hope you see this and reach out. Tell me if you want the story to remain the way it is as I continue until its end. Tell me if you want me to do as I please. The outcomes won't nessecarily be a significant outlier of one another.

I guess I just want a voice other than my own to enlighten me.

Sincerely,

Atlas (formerly known as Grace)