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.

It doesn’t really matter in the end. Most people I talk to don’t take writing seriously. If I tell them I’m an aspiring author, they get that “yeah right” look on their face, which is usually followed by “good luck with that.

We are forever surrounded by ash. But we are fire. And fire rises.