Sorry it took me so long to publish that chapter. That piece was actually written back in June, and to be honest, I might not be updating again anytime soon. Right now, my main focus has to be on my studies. Thank you all so much for your support and understanding.
Hey guys, it has been a while.
I know it probably feels strange seeing me pop up after such a long silence. When I first started writing, I was full of energy, excitement, and ideas that would not stop rushing through my head. Writing became a safe place for me, somewhere I could pour out my thoughts, my imagination, and even parts of myself I do not usually share in real life. That journey led me to publish two books, something I will always be proud of. But at some point, life got heavier. I had to put things aside, not because I wanted to abandon them, but because my circumstances pushed me in another direction.
I have been busy studying and trying to keep up with everything that comes with being a student. Honestly, it feels like carrying a whole new book that never ends: chapters filled with assignments, quizzes, projects, exams, and late nights that blur into early mornings. I told myself I could balance both studying and writing, but little by little my writing time shrank. A paragraph one day, a sentence the next, then weeks of nothing. Eventually, I had to admit that I could not give my books the attention they deserved while also giving my studies the focus they required.
That was not an easy truth to accept. When you step away from something you love, there is always fear. Fear that people will forget, fear that the story will fade, fear that maybe you will never find your way back. But at the same time, I knew I could not ignore my responsibilities. School is something I committed to, and it is shaping my future. Writing is a passion and a dream, but right now, studying is the foundation I need. Even so, I missed my books every single day.
Sometimes, during a lecture, my mind would wander back to the characters I had created. I would wonder what they were doing in the unwritten chapters. Were they stuck in the last scene I typed, waiting for me to return? That is the thing about writing. Your stories become so alive in your head that stepping away feels like leaving friends behind.
Even if I was not actively writing, I realized I was still growing as a writer. Life was teaching me lessons about patience, resilience, and time management. All of that will eventually pour into my work. I believe that when I do come back to writing, I will bring with me deeper experiences and sharper skills.
There were moments I thought about dropping the book completely, wondering if maybe it was not meant to be. But every time those doubts crept in, I remembered the encouragement from some of you, your comments, your messages, and your quiet patience. That reminded me my stories matter not only to me, but to others as well.
Being a second-year Computer Science student has not been easy. There are frustrating moments, like debugging code for hours only to find a single mistake, and there are small triumphs, like finally solving a problem that once felt impossible. Even those struggles have shaped me, and I think they have made me a better writer. Coding teaches patience and precision, just like storytelling. Both require persistence, and both are rewarding when everything finally clicks.
So, am I coming back soon? Maybe, and maybe even sooner than I expect. I do not want to promise exact dates, because life rarely follows the plans we make. But I can promise this: the stories are still alive. I have not given up on them. They have stayed with me through sleepless nights, stressful exams, and even moments when I doubted myself. They are still waiting for me to return.
When I do come back, I want to do it wholeheartedly, not half-heartedly. I imagine opening the manuscript again, nervous but excited, like meeting an old friend after years apart. The tone might shift, my voice as a writer might have changed, but maybe that is the beauty of it. Stories evolve as we do, and maybe this pause was exactly what the books needed, time for me to grow so I can give them more than I ever could before.
To those of you still here, waiting and believing in me even after the silence, thank you. Writing can feel lonely at times, like you are pouring words into a void. But knowing you are out there, quietly supporting, makes all the difference. You are the reason I want to come back.
For now, I will keep focusing on school, and maybe start small with writing again when I can. A page a day, a paragraph here and there, just enough to warm up without pressure. What matters most is not speed, but sincerity.
So yes, it has been a while. I stepped back from writing for a reason. I was busy studying, life asked me to focus, and I needed space to grow. But the stories are not gone. They are alive in my heart, waiting for the right moment. And when that moment comes, I hope you will still be there, ready to turn the page with me.
Thank you for your patience, your support, and for reminding me that stories, like people, can always find their way back.