Yup… That’s me trying to figure out how to get back to writing everyday… Trying to find a way to organize my thoughts and not let them evaporate in this scorching heat…. I feel like a tourist who is searching for her misplaced passport, like someone who is desperate to get back to homeland.
Poor Tristan… Indeed he is living a cursed life because of me. I am still searching for his lost spirit. I am unable to find the time in between my classes and routine to sit down and nudge him along the way to freedom.
But I am not going to quit nor leave Tristan hanging… Before May, that is before I complete a year of blogging, I will lift his curse. (And mine as well)
This is a promise to all the readers who still remember Tristan, who hates unfinished stories and to myself to never quit…
This is a promise to keep trying until there is a happy ending….