We are forever surrounded by ash. But we are fire. And fire rises.
It doesnβt really matter in the end. Most people I talk to donβt take writing seriously. If I tell them Iβm an aspiring author, they get that βyeah rightβ look on their face, which is usually followed by βgood luck with that.
The saying goes, if you love something, let it go. I always though it was better to just shoot the damn thing so it'd never go anywhere.
God didn't create monsters. Monsters created themselves.