First of all, to anyone wondering, yes, I am alive. I am seriously debating on whether or not to keep this blog as I just don’t seem to have anything to add to it lately. I don’t want to talk about my aches and pains, my doctors, fighting with prescriptions and so on. I have no interest in the social sites (although, to be honest, I wasn’t terribly social to begin with) and trying to keep up with them is annoying.

My regrets are the Blog Ninjas and the Mystery Topic Challenge. I think they’re dead, or dying very long and drawn out deaths. It’s hard to keep something alive when even you can’t drum up interest in yourself in your own project. I hate letting down everyone that put forth such an effort into these, but I have to wonder, how long do you keep flogging a fallen horse before it will get back up.

I know I sound depressed, and I’m really not. My attention is off elsewhere. I’m writing my fanfiction, which I think only a select portion of the world’s population is truly interested in. The fact that the story I’ve been working on has taken on a life of its own and is now over 150,000 words is just a kick! Being told by long time friends that I’m wasting my imagination on a piece of fanfic that I’ll never make any money on, bugs me.

I’m a STORYTELLER. I don’t care if the story I’m telling someone is an original one, or something set in the Doctor Who universe, Harry Potter universe or someone else’s creation. My pleasure comes in telling a story to an audience that appreciates it. I used to be a library reader and I read stories to my little brother, and I made up stories to tell the neighborhood kids. It took me a long time to realise that’s what I love doing. Right now, I’ve found an audience at fanfic sites, so there’s where I am. The rest of the time, I am reading. A lot.

Anyway, I thought that those few of you that peek in from time to time to see what I’m up to deserved to know what going through my head these days. I’m alive. Life is decent. I’m happy.