Death

It's been ten years since I first posted to Mibba, possibly longer since the day my good friend told me that Quizilla was dead and writers of original fiction had a new home. Ten years ago I was 16 and wanted nothing more than for my work to be on Project Fiction's Good Fiction list and to see my friends work on their list.

All the friends I made through Mibba are unreachable or have chosen to not respond when I try to contact them and it makes me sad. The works I loved have mostly been taken down or left unfinished or worse, the works that do still exist don't captivate me the way they did when I was 16.

I feel like I'm sifting through relics of a past life - that everyone has moved on without me and I'm still clinging to the past for some comfort.

As phenomenal as AO3 is, there's nothing that compares to what Mibba was ten/eleven years ago - a haven for creative writing.

My motivation to write creatively has all but abandoned me - fan fiction or original fiction, it doesn't matter.

I feel like I am experiencing a death and I don't know how to mourn or move on.