I know I haven't been updating. I don't know if it's because of writer's block, or simply because I am at the edge of accepting defeat and its cold embrace. It sucks. I don't know where my inspiration for writing has gone. Maybe I should blame procrastination. Or maybe I should blame myself.

Yes, folks. It surely has been a while. Since May 2010, or rather March 2010, I have had writer's block. The struggle has been immense. This morning, I had an opportunity to post a prologue of a small ficlet titled Ten First Dates. It isn't much, but it's enough to assist my muse and I. Discontinuance. It's a word that I cannot avoid. This will be another refrain until I can say otherwise. Genderqueer, the story I was SO amped about, won't make it to its first chapter. I have NO idea where I want it to go and it doesn't make good sense to continue a story that doesn't have a beginning or an end. I believe with this story lifted, I'll have a greater chance completing current stories.