Dear Reader of Little Nirvanas,
The Eighth of February seems a good date as any to offer you my apologies, and make promises to you.
But before we get into sorries and promises, can I just say how much I have missed you. God, it’s been just a few months, but I feel like it has been a lifetime since I interacted with you. A lifetime since I read your comments, and felt elated that you took time to read my pieces.
Have you missed me as much as I have missed you? I hope so, because otherwise, it’s just me and the keyboard, writing a letter to someone who didn’t even notice my absence.
That is quite sad to think about, so, please, just say you missed me, even if you didn’t, okay?
I know you are probably expecting some explanation for my silence. I can’t just ghost you and show up, without explanation, and expect you to love me again now, can I? That is the kind of thing shitty exes do, and me and you, we are far from that title.
So, the reason why I have been silent. Hmm. Well, I know this is such a cliché line to use, but I have been going through a lot. Well, not a lot, a lot, but a lot. If I remember correctly, I stopped writing consistently around October last year.
My last story was A Good Liar on October 8th. After that, I have written two poems, one on December 17th and another on December 24th.
So what was going on in my life in October, November, and January?
Well, let’s see. I started writing professionally last year, and for a while, that was my excuse for abandoning creative writing. Then, my laptop was on its deathbed for some time, so I had to work extra hard to save it (it still died anyway) and I could not find time for writing anything.
Then, just when I got another laptop and thought I could start writing stories and poems again, my phone fell in the water, drowned, and died.
After that, I just went on a slump, until around December when I was struggling with exams. That’s when I wrote The Struggling Poetic life.
The other time I felt creative was when I was home for the holidays and wrote The Poem I had for you.
So, yeah. Here I am, months later, wondering if you will ever forgive me for going silent on you, and to make some promises to you. Promises that I really hope I will keep so here it goes.
From now on, I promise you, dear reader, that I will be consistent. More consistent than ever before, in fact. I will try, as hard as I can, to not let you forget about me. To do this, I will try to write at least one, and at most three stories/poems per week.
Now, isn’t that good news? Come on, give a smile. I know you are pumped up about this.
Okay, enough about me, and my apologies and promises. What has been going on in your life? Tell me, tell me, tell me!
Truly, I have missed hearing from you.
Your favorite writer,
Creator of Little Nirvanas.