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I Haven't Been Around Much...

To the few of those that read my work, I apologize for my recent absence. Between working eight hours a day and coming home to care for my daughter *who is now six months old and can stand in her playpen already*, I am usually too exhausted to even think of writing. And the few times I have had the will to write, my muse is nowhere to be found. I have been asked by Tconi to focus on short stories, but I cannot find anything that sparks my imagination. At least, not anything that hasn't been done a hundred times before. Even what I do have doesn't pique my interest, so I don't write it. I do not know when I will write again, but I am sure that I will eventually write again. I hope it is soon, but I will not force myself to write meaningless drivel just to fill a page. Speaking of such, I should quit while I am ahead.1

Ciao!

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