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So yeah, I haven't updated this blog in a while (who even blogs anymore, right?), but I'm bringing it back to life because.. Something is coming.

Ever since I was a kid, I've always had one dream: to get published. Yes, I've had my poems published on school papers, and I've been publishing my books online on Wattpad and RoyalRoad. But, seeing my work printed on paper, on a shelf in a library or book store... that's the dream.

I will be posting details soon, but I realized I wanted to keep this blog, and its contents, because this has always been part of my writing journey. I probably won't be as active as before (if I ever had been active), but I figured I could probably share the next stage of my writing journey here.

That's all the update I can give for now, and good luck to me. 

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