Despite having a gun pulled on me and being thrown on the street for defying my family, I am alive.
I'm not particularly thrilled about it.
I couldn't draw for a long time.
Now I can.
Last year my dA was deleted in error, a casualty of unscrupulous persons taking over other long inactive accounts and admins attempting to stop the damage. dA graciously restored my account upon request, along with most of the deviations that had been associated with it. They're there, but they're not sorted any more. The folders are empty. Drawings are in a pile on the digital floor, without context. I'm not sure putting them back in order is worth the effort.
A couple years ago my life was deleted, a casualty of unscrupulous persons taking the easy way out. If only those people hadn't been loved ones, people I trusted. Maybe then my memories wouldn't be out of their folders, piled in a huge mess on the floor that can no longer be sorted into categories like "great days with people I want to be with always" and "hard times we got to because we were together and will always be there for each other." I don't know where they belong any more. I don't want to look at them any more. And I'm not sure putting them back in order is worth the effort.
So, yay, finally. My original novel Hunter's Mark is finished and available on FictionPress and in Kindle format from Amazon! If you've enjoyed my fanfic in the past, or like light-hearted YA fantasy fiction, take a peek! If you enjoy it, that's enough to make me happy; if you can share, review, or otherwise support the Kindle release, you'd help make it possible for me to produce more original work. The Kindle version is lendable.
Thanks for looking, and special shout out to those who commented on the draft (still available here on dA -- I thought it'd be interesting to leave it up) while I was working on it.
Would you like to reboot? (y/n) by CaliforniaClipper, journal
Would you like to reboot? (y/n)
Last year my dA was deleted in error, a casualty of unscrupulous persons taking over other long inactive accounts and admins attempting to stop the damage. dA graciously restored my account upon request, along with most of the deviations that had been associated with it. They're there, but they're not sorted any more. The folders are empty. Drawings are in a pile on the digital floor, without context. I'm not sure putting them back in order is worth the effort.
A couple years ago my life was deleted, a casualty of unscrupulous persons taking the easy way out. If only those people hadn't been loved ones, people I trusted. Maybe then my memori