Well hello.

I'm unsure if people will see this, let alone read this, but it's a bit of a thanks to everyone who has subscribed to me all the way back from Potato Chips and Chris Brown Tickets up to Cooling of the Embers. The stories aren't much–I'm not much–but still, thank you, all of you, for commenting and taking the time to read my Angst Fests. 

Truthfully, I don't write often, and when I do, the writing has to be revised before I consider it "postable". The stories I've written over the past year (and trust me when I say there have been many, it's just that some never made it past the introduction sentences), well, they're a bit sad aren't they? I was more than sad. I lost someone I had once considered family because we no longer honestly got along; we couldn't grow unless we parted, and it was one of the most difficult things I've dealt with emotionally. I couldn't handle it, therefore I wrote. It's all too personal and I'm sorry for that, but it's necessary because it's what sparked my baby, my sweet little Junhong and Youngjae in Cooling of the Embers. I found comfort in the story itself–in Youngjae because he was a reflection of me, and in Junhong because he held the qualities of the person I held so very dear to my heart and watched walk away. I guess, if it explains it, Junhong had to go. That version of him–of the black and white version of my memories and friendship–had to leave forever before I could properly heal. Writing that story helped me with that.

While spending many nights binging on bad food and coffee and writing that monster (erasing, crying, erasing), it had been in my mind the entire time to write a sequel to it. A proper ending. Only I couldn't, because it wasn't time. I tried to write it about eight different times and they all failed because I simply wasn't ready. I hadn't had the closure I needed and I still don't, but time heals so much. 

That being said, In Regard to Yoo Youngjae, the sequel, will be worked on profusely tonight until my fingers bleed and I cry. (I'm kidding. I'm kinda kidding.) I've thought it over and over and it's just simply time. I don't know how long it'll be, I don't know how good it'll be, but thank you all for subscribing in the past. I'm going to either write the emotion out of me, or write it back in. 

Until posting time, thank you.

-Rachel