Subscribe to the blog!I’m afraid this is our last chance together.
If you aren’t up and running and most importantly *reliable updating* till mid June this year, we two are going to divorce. Yes, Traces of Chaos, I love you. You are beautiful. Witty. And in many ways exactly what I’ve been looking for all my life. And yet I can’t stand our current situation anymore.
I know I have my faults. I’m flaky, easily distracted and I often don’t pay enough attention to you. That’s why I’m working on myself, and that’s why I installed the rule to draw every damn day. And I’m pretty good at keeping it, even if it’s not always you that I draw. And yes, I’m not the ideal artist for you. Yes. You’re not the ideal story for me. You despair at my inability to draw non-swooshy technical stuff, I despair at your desire to be a worlds-spanning epic. Yet I’m still commited to you. How many ideal pairs do you know? I still believe we can make this work, together. I still believe in *us*.
So, dear Traces of Chaos, please stop acting so passive-agressive! Let me work; let the muse do it’s magic and you will grow into something great. I love you and I can’t stand the thought that we continue to hurt each other like that. We both are unhappy right now. So this situation has to change, even if it means you have to look for another author. And I for another story. Either way, I wish you the best.
Thank you for listening,
Your author.