𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘮𝘦?
𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯
𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵-𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘻𝘦
𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩

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It's been a while, I know. 

As plenty of you know but may not remember, I disappeared from writing fanfiction to focus on original stories and working towards being traditionally published. It's a very tough and tedious process that I will probably have a chapter or two dedicated to seeking representation with literary agents and then submitting to publishing house editors. 

I learned so much about querying (agents) and submission (editors) and had many ups and downs and sleepless nights and tears of frustration and happiness. But I'm not a girl to gatekeep and will be open about the whole thing for anyone interested. 

But I have missed you all (and this little orange site) fiercely and have decided to make a small comeback. While I was hesitant at first, I am happy to join many authors who are proud to have gotten their start writing fanfiction. 

The revamped THE LAKES will be a place where I yap, post short stories and deliver exciting news in due time.