Hi!

I don't know if you remember me. My presence on this website has been pretty inconsistent. Yet, I keep being dragged back here, the pull is irresistible. Ok this is not my declaration of love for wattpad(however important that may be).

I'm here today to talk about me deleting 2 of my works. It pained me to do it, but it was necessary. You, the readers deserve more than just a rough idea, a hole-ridden first draft........... My characters deserve more.... each of them have a valuable life lesson that when communicated properly, can help people realise stuff on a whole new level. The potential that my stories and characters have surprises me. It looks exhilarating in my head, and it just looks wrong on screen/paper to see my book characters' stories so plain, and listless.

So it is with a heavy heart that I deleted those stories, but my characters have my promise, that I'll write them back into a whole new level. Their potential is untapped, and I will work to the best of my ability to unveil the true depth of those stories. I started as a reader among you guys. I'll not let poor character development and subpar plots destroy the vision in mind's eye.

But...., first things first. I am still yet to finish my story that among my own works is more popular(only on a relativistic scale), The Letters From Shaitan(TLFS). This book started out as an experiment. I wanted an uncomplicated way to write informal literature, and the solution just hit me in the head. And that's how TLFS was born. An experiment. A lump of clay, that slowly shaped up into it's present version. To me it seems juvenile and genius at the same time. So I decided to let the lump of clay be. Finish it, and then worry about the finesse and stuff. So that's that.

This book, Book Of Mine is where I write random rants, thoughts, and well announcements about my stories. This will stay. And of course, Melting Snowflake is a completed short story, but I decided that if I get any other ideas for short stories I would write it there, and change the title to Melting Snowflake And Other Short Stories....

So what do you think? You up for it? Comment to let me know your thoughts and opinions.

If there is anyone else other than me reading this, then I respect you. 

Thank you.

bookbutterfly1999

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Hi guys!

Long time no see, huh?(*dodges the oncoming tomatoes, catches one, and eats it)

That was an understatement. Whoever it is that reads my books, if you were waiting for them, my apologies. I'm sorry.

I'm not going to put cuts gifs here to make you forgive me, I deserve any hatred you got for me. At least it is better than nothing.

Sadly, real life will not let me write. I know that is a crappy excuse, and if I want to write, I must do it, but whenever I do it, I'm overcome with grief. It makes me feel bad, as though I'm throwing away all chances for a normal life, financial stability, acceptance...., all those stuff that is important. But I can't explain how much I love writing. It's my kryptonite. How much ever I try to distance myself from reading and writing stories, I keep coming back to it like a moth attracted to flame. I know it is dangerous, I know I've to focus on real life, but god knows I can't.

Wattpad started out as a place I can read stories during my free time. It became a place I can escape to when real life became too much to bear. Then I started writing, and I got hooked to it like an addict, getting highs from every vote and comment on my books. It started as a hobby, but now it's become life. Writing liberates me in ways nothing else does. I can't go a day without my hand itching to write/type something new that my mind thought of. It's makes me feel pathetic and happy at the same time.

Even now I want to publish this. But I'm scared. Not because of the consequences but the guilt. When you are told to not do something, you want to do exactly that, right? I feel like Eve, like Pandora, told not to write. The question here is am I really going to be having bad consequences like those 2 women, or will me being the black sheep here help me write my own self into her best version?

Or will this be like Ariel, the little mermaid's dilemna, where everything turns out okay in the end(at least in the disney version), or like Mulan's where she finally gets what she deserves...........