Sorrow

My dearest blog, and followers,
I have an aching hole in my chest where my heart has been ripped out and fed to the wolves.
My story is going beautifully, but I do not have the time or energy to give it, its much needed attention.
I am 5k words behind, yet again, and I can hear my beloved characters crying as I lay in bed at night, too tired from the day to write. I hear them weep while I'm at work and I feel them shudder as I'm at college. They need their daddy back.
They need someone to gently guide the rest of their lives. Someone to be there to pick them up when they fall. To give them comfort when their alone. And someone to be there for them through thick and thin. But, Father Time just doesn't seem to have it in the cards this month.
I will try to keep on trucking to the end and wherever I end up when November 30th rolls around, I will be proud of what I've accomplished and in December I can return to my dear children if necessary.
I will never give up.
-Didy