Earnest Work
I’ve returned to the dark of the cavern with nothing but the gentle lapping of the waters in the lake to keep me company. I’ve had nothing but time on my hands. Time to begin work on the things I’ve told myself to work on, and yet no work comes. I’m avoiding it desperately. Why? When Luminesce is all I can think about, why do I have such a difficult time?
Perhaps I’m intimidated. Perhaps frightened of what I will accidentally create.
Those One Words, the books I wrote with a single word in them still sit unopened on my desk. I didn’t have the courage to jump blindly into a dangerous world of my own creation before the Third Age, and I don’t have the blissful ignorance to jump blindly after the Third Age.
This cannot stop me as it once did. I will find a way. I must find a way.
Let me take this opportunity to extend my thanks to all of you. When I was in a dark time, you were all there to support me, even though I did not realise it. You wish me well, even though you do not know me. I’ve never known such a thing.
Thank you all. In return, I will write an Age.
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