Looks like I'm still alive, huh? Well, yeah, I kind of wish I wasn't right now.

Yeah, I know. I'm a crap author and I don't really deserve to be able to have all you guys around as my readers. Trust me, I get that. I feel like shit as it is. No need to rub it in quite this minute. But I will explain myself for my own petty reasons. Couple of weeks ago –sometime after school ended– my computer wouldn't let me use the word processor because of a virus. Then I had to reformat my computer. Well, I didn't have a back up for writing so things went downhill. But I got back my word processor a couple of weeks ago.

So why the hell haven't I updated, right?

This is one of those it's-not-you-its-me moments. I just lost focus and my thought process went to hell. I kind of got lost in my own head. Ideas were still running but I just couldn't sit down and put them on the screen. Even my mom got mad at me. I've been distant and just hiding away in my room and not really talking or being expressive. And after giving me a good talking to, I sort of saw something. Like a weird epiphany that came way too late.

Normalcy has never been my forte. Trying to be normal is hard for me because I can tell that I'm not normal. If I was, I would care more for peer pressure and adulthood and hormones. But my entire family isn't normal. We know that. We're weird and we like ourselves that way. But I was getting away from that because of something I realized in myself and I just couldn't figure out what was bothering me so much. All that time meditating was wasted because I was pondering things I already knew and over-analyzing things that had already been pushed to the max. That's one of my problems. I overanalyze things.

Anyway, the point is, I'm back. And I'll be doing my damndest to make sure I stick to some sort of writing schedule. I understand if you all want to just quit reading. I'm probably such a bore now. Feel free to curse me out or whatever. If I couldn't even figure out what my thoughts were, I deserve that. As much as I would have liked to lie to you all and said I had been in a coma, been killed in a hit-and-run ice cream truck accident, or had been pushed into a drug–induced vegetative state, I can't do it. You all have been the best and I swear that I'll earn back your respect. I've begun writing again and the chapters are well on their way.

Indebted to you all,

Laura a.k.a Sovoyita

P.S. Voodoo dolls are in season. My picture is on my account. Feel free to jab pointy needles into my joints to speed up the writing process. Just watch the hands. I need those.

And thanks to people who have emailing me like crazy to get me to keep writing. I appreciate the support and hope you all haven't given up on me.