Well, I never promised to not write anymore and the stories never were dead for me. I just couldn't write in the stressed out space though my muse was still doing plenty of talking, so while you're under no obligation to do anything with what I send you, for me it's not resurrection; it's just opening up, rereading, and continuing where I left off. I wish I could help it. I wish I hadn't gotten so stressed out I couldn't write at the time. I wish we had known right off the bat how to get on the same page before starting.

In the meantime, life happened and keeps on trucking.