Iris Harper

That's me. I ran off without saying a word, and it turned out I ran off in internet black hole, also known as back home.

Now I am back and, yet again, having to catch up. And Kaiyu is giving me very dirty looks from the sidelines. Believe me, you keep a demon waiting at your own risk <gulps>.

New chapters in the work.

Have you ever felt an itch that you just cannot scratch? A kind of a nagging, overwhelming feeling that something is wrong, but you can't quite put your finger on it?

Well, I did put my finger on my itch. I am missing writing. I am, in fact, missing it so desperately that I was having nightmares about it and avoiding this site because of the feeling of guilt washing over me. Not good.

So now that I know what the itch is, I fully intend to start scratching. Prudence and sensible medical advice be damned.

I am back.

...I am not feeling capable of writing right now.

I am trying to complete the contest assignment for Vonya over at The Egotistical Priest nevertheless and I also must write the prompt for May for The Saucy Wenches, but I am not sure much more will be forthcoming on the blog for a little while - maybe a week, maybe month. Long story short, it is a very emotionally difficult time for me right now and while I do write bits and pieces, I fear those are mostly  mirrors of my own internal unrest. I am not particularly compelled to post them, therefore.

The blog is not dead and I have many stories I want to tell yet. I even came up with a concept of a not-too-cliché tale about dragon-riders and I would like to exlore the possibilities it offers. I just need a little bit of time to get my emotions and thoughts in order, then I will be back. I promise.

If you were wondering, I am not dead, although if I keep sleeping as little as I have the past few days, it might be a near run thing. It was pretty clear that I will not be able to maintain the story-per-day pace for very long, but I am still feeling vaguely guilty about the current hiatus in posting. In my defence, I am in fact still doing something about my writing, but this something is not writing per se. It is worse than that.

It is... *shudders of horror and terrible high-pitched music*...

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Hello there, I am Iris, and this is my little online book of stories and random ramblings.

Really, the main point of this blog is to provide me with a big hole that needs to be filled with words, my words. A ravenous monster of an online blog that I need to feed by writing, that is how I picture it. I am trying to use my guilty conscience as a poker to make myself write, you see. I think this is the only sure way to force myself to overcome the writer's block caused by fear. And if along the way I get a few readers that enjoy my stories and maybe even look forward to them (dare I to hope?), then all the better.

In all probability, this will not only be a story blog. You will likely also be graced with my ramblings and musings on the matters of writing, the universe, life and everything. I hope you, my fanthom readers, enjoy those at least a bit as well.

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