Author's Note

All right, guys. Time to level.

I have no plans to finish this story. For quite a while now I've been debating as to whether or not I should finish it, and quite frankly, I don't think I can at this point.

When I started it over three years ago, I was new to this site. I had not before realized that there was a magical place on the Internet where people continued the stories they love.

I was in eighth grade and so very proud of myself for writing what I had. I thought I was such a good writer and that the little chapters I turned out in under an hour each were masterpieces.

Let me tell you now, looking back three years later as a junior in high school: this story sucks. I started without any semblance of a plot, no description, no purpose what-so-ever. Essentially, it's just a bunch of hastily thrown together pieces of dialogue.

I am glad I wrote it, though. I mean, I had to start somewhere. I had to start writing and practicing to figure out some idea of how to write.

And I'm not saying that my newest story, a little one-shot that I am currently oh-so-proud of, is any good either. Who knows, maybe three years from now, when I'm a sophomore in college, I'll look back at it and wonder what the hell I was thinking.

But at least it's progress. It's all progress.

And that's really the thing that I'm beginning to understand about writing. The thing that teachers and professional writers have been telling me for years: writing is a process. There is no ultimate perfection. There is always something better, always something to improve upon.

JK Rowling and John Green and James Patterson and Rick Riordan and Jane Austen and Stephen Chbosky and Mark Twain and Ernest Hemmingway and Veronica Roth and every other author that ever was published all have one ultimate thing in common: they all look back at their books and think "gee, I wish I'd changed whatever-it-is-they-wished-they-could-change-here."

And maybe the problem is time. We're all limited to the perspective we have at this very moment in time. It's definitely collective: we do build ourselves on what's happened in the past. But we never know what we'll be like tomorrow. We hope we do, but we really don't.

Three years ago I thought this story was perfection itself. Today I am such a different person that it will never again be possible for me to get back into the mindset that I had when I was thirteen. I will never be able to guess quite what I was thinking or quite where I wanted to take this story when I picked up that pencil in my third period study hall that September. And that's life.

Gosh that was deep.

Anyway, I hope you all have a very merry Christmas and start out this new year on a good page!

Thank you so much,

Greek Myth Girl