I don't know if anyone will read this, or will even see it. It's been years since I logged into this account, years since any of my stories were updated. In fact if it hadn't been for an unusual quirk of fate I might never have logged in again.

Shortly after my last story update, the depression I'd been battling for most of my teen years took a severe turn, coupled with crippling social anxiety that left me unable to even leave the house. Needless to say, I didn't feel much like writing. Didn't feel much like doing anything. Any inspiration I had was gone.

Still, with medication and counselling and the support of my family, I've gotten through it, and while it's something I'll probably need to at least be aware of my susceptibility to for the rest of my life, I am now a functioning member of society again. I now have a full time job and can venture out into even the most dense of crowds. I'm also brimming with new inspiration.

I'm not writing this to get pity or sympathy, though I will admit it is cathartic to write this out, but I feel I did owe people an explanation for why I just... disappeared ;

What brought me back? I guess, the glimmer of a memory... Truth be told the months that I was at my worst are rather dream-like now, like they happened to a different person, and a lot of the memories I do have from around and before that time are very fuzzy. I hardly remembered I'd had an account here at all. Then just yesterday something tickled my memory, and before I knew it I was searching FanFiction.net for a story called "A Wet Tale".

I'm not sure whether it was a morbid curiosity that bade me look at the reviews that story had gotten, but once I did, I felt incredible guilty. Not necessarily for stopping writing, but for abandoning without notice and just disappearing. I'm sure, at the time, I'd thought I'd get back to it 'eventually' or would 'check back in tomorrow', and tomorrow would always stay tomorrow, never becoming 'today'.

So now I've dug out my old login info (lucky I kept it) and recreated my email address. And, why am I bothering to update my profile now with this? Firstly, I really did feel like I owed people an explanation.

But also... I feel like writing again.

Fantasie Impromptu: A Wet Tale
The fanfic that started it all, and the fanfic that I will try and continue! I won't be making any committments as to an update schedule, and I'm trying not to get anyone's hopes up, but if I do continue, I do hope it will be worth the long wait. Unfortunately the hard drive I kept all my writing and poetry died a horrible death so I have lost any notes I had written at the time, but perhaps in this light it's not a bad thing - I can start with a fresh mind and a fresh perspective.

The Poet
One of the angstiest pieces I've ever written. However, unfortunately I don't think I will be completing it any time soon. I think it would just be asking for trouble, but we'll see.

Ephemeral
Another severely angsty fic, perhaps THE most angst-ridden. I've marked it as complete, even though I'd only ever written chapters 1 and 4, intending to at some stage write 2 and 3, but never quite managing to dredge up the inspiration. Consider it a completed work now.