No, I'm not dead. Yet, anyway :P
Real Life hates me. No, seriously. I'm too old for that emo "none-of-you-understand-me" crap, so when I say I'm hated by forces beyond human control, I'm not exaggerating. Between that and my goldfish-like attention span (ooo shiny), creativity has suffered dramatically. But sometimes, there comes a point where one thinks to themselves "ENOUGH! By *insert name of preferred deity here*, I WILL continue that project I've put on hold for crap knows how long."
As if that last little tidbit wasn't enough foreshadowing (not sure if that's the term I want to use here, but meh)...How We Came To Be (DC0) will be upda