Hi you! Possible reader or ex reader, I am so sorry!

Probably you don't know but I'm an artisan, I work every day.

Usually during the week I make my produce and on the weekend I go around and sell my work at festivals or wherever I can...

Under covid lockdown I had free time like probably most of the world population and, I couldn't work. I could produce but I could not sell! I don't have a shop, my idea was that shops are mostly dead. My produce would have a better or just a heavier exposition if I was to go where the people go instead of trying to bring them to me.

And it worked, it still works. It's my eleventh year and I'm still alive, still living and eating with money made by my own hands. It's a dream and a passion and I think I'm lucky to be able to do something like that. Covid did not like that, I couldn't sell, couldn't go where people gather. People could not gather. It was a bad time, I'm lucky on that too, I only had money problems, people in the world got it worse much worse.

Still I started writing, a story, probably not a good one, this story. I'm not a writer, I'm mostly a reader, I lurked on Royal Road for years. I still do!

I don't have much time as my job eats a lot of it. And energy, I'm dead tired when I'm done, drained physically and mentally too.

I started my story to give something back, as many authors gave me a little pause, a smile, a mistery, a dream... The lenght of a chapter, five minutes, ten of pure fantasy. Not bound to this world, free. A little break, an energy refill to go back to my day or close it with a smile, a tired one but it still counts, might count even more.

This novel's true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.

I am new to the writing world, I don't even speak english, not well at least. I read in english obviously but reading and writing is not the same. I still tried for a time but... I try to do my best, to be "perfect" but no one is. In my life, in my work, in my writing, I try to do my best and give to you and to me the finest produce I can.

I tried writing little pieces each day, each week, each month. I failed, when I read what I wrote in the past I find mistakes, errors, not my best. I waste so much time being indecisive that nothing comes out. What I wrote in the past I wrote in a single sitting. It was the best that I could do in that moment and it was, it is, enough at least to me.

After covid I had to go back to work, sell my produce, try to find money, it was an hard time, kinda still is for me. I'm not crying about it, like I said before I'm one of the lucky ones.

I just want to explain to you why I was missing, why I stopped writing.

Could I have told you readers before? Yes, I could or better I should have told you before.

My excuse? I was busy, not the best one I know but, it's the only one I have, it's the truth.

Now, am I back? Probably, my work is back on track, I have more free time or better I'm back to being efficient enough to cut some time for other things.

Like writing, am I back for sure? I don't know, that's my honest answer. I will try to read my old work and make it better, should I ignore my old chapters and just continue writing? Sure I could and it's probably a good idea but... I don't want to.

I want to give you my best, I want to give myself my best. I should have grown in this time, probably not as a writer, because I did not write at all. But maybe as a reader, I want to try editing my old chapters, give it a try and when I'm done... I want to continue writing, to finish this story, to give life to all my notes and ideas. To paint a world outside of our world, give me and I hope you a little bit of what I can get from this wondeful site and his autors.

Sorry for this long-ish post, I thought about writing something like this for a long time and I finally was able to.

Hope you have a wonderful day, evening, or morning, afternoon? Good afternoon too, good night... Well have it good in general!

A Ghost Reader that might just be back to writing.