Okay, where to start? Hmm…
Ah, yes!
I just wanted to give a update, to show I'm still alive, and to explain why I didn't write the last 2 chapters. Sorry if you thought it was an actual chapter.
And also, before I forget, a shadow in the dark thank you for remembering my birthday, even though it was some hours late (at least, in my timezone, but I can forgive some hours). And I do have time. What I do not have is either mood or muse. And it's why I'm writing this.
Okay folks, now it's a honest time, prepared?
Some of you may know me from tumblr or facebook, or may have read some texts I wrote in tumblr. I really don't know, but most of you certainly don't know I'm the type of writer that need to have THE mood or muse to write what I want to write. I have the two last chapters finished in my head; I just can't find my muse or mood to put it into written words.
Why? Because my life is pretty much a son of a bitch. I actually have serious problems of past getting in the way, because of bullying and bad experiences I suffered in my life, and I'm the type of person who have to fight their "dark side" (as I like to call it), to get through the day. Rarely I won't need to fight through the day. The last time it happened was during Comic Con. Yep, I went there. And I was very happy during the trip, except for some particular events, when my dark side won the fight. And the bad one served as a hot plate for my dark side, because it gave voice to my scars from bullying, so yes, I cried for like 2 hours, because it can be a bitch, and made me believing I'm not capable of something (yep, I'm that type of person. It's what happens after 4 years hearing really bad things, like "you don't deserve to be alive" or even "you aren't a person"). Since then, I just don't have the mood because of that bad event I had during the trip. So my muse apparently ran off with some writer she found on my trip.
Slowly I'm recovering (thanks to some special friends I got), and slowly my muse is thinking about coming back home. And yes, I offered cookies, hot tea, iced tea, cakes, and so on.
And that's it. End of honest time.
And then, madness of university started all again (and soon I'll be shooting a short movie, so you can imagine the madness). But I believe as soon as my mood or muse come back home, I'll write the 2 last chapters and post here. Don't worry, I will finish the story sometime.
And before I forget, I'm in the early development of a script about memory, I would appreciate a lot if you could answer this simple question below and provide examples/samples, so I can somehow use it in my script: How do your memory affect your daily life?
I want to know if the way you remember the past is a bad or good influence in your life, and if it had affect your personality. For example, I have a tendency of remembering bad than good moments, so it made me a very pessimist person, with serious problems of self-confidence and so on. Ah, no need for names. If you want to stay anonymous, you have every right to stay. ;)
That's all, folks.
P.S. sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this in a rush.
P.S. 2: Did anybody read my other (completed) fic? I don't even remember if I made some Author Note on Love, Trust and Relationship about this other fic. If you didn't read, the link is s/8283868/1/Dangerous-ENG