[ the.stolen.season ]
"This isn't real life...it's merely a stolen season."
A message from the webmistress.

I never wanted to close down my site, even during reconstruction or uploading. I worked very hard on this place to make it as much a part of me as I possibly could. I think I finally succeeded with this version, and now I have to put up this page to tell you that I will not be updating--maybe for a few weeks, maybe forever. I don't really know right now. I've become so detached from the Net after completely immersing myself in it for five long and chaotic months. After my hard drive crash, I couldn't be motivated enough to work on this place and instead of lying to you and telling you I'll be back, I'll be honest with you.

There's a certain clause in the Tripod (and many, many other freeservers out there) that compromises my ownership of my work that is published here. Somehow, by deciding to stay at Tripod, I have signed over all rights to my poetry and writings. That completely shocked me then angered me. I refuse to let that happen to me, even if it's only by theory.

I have found another server, WITHOUT these clauses, and I'm waiting for it to reopen in a week or so to take a look around and decide whether I will be moving [ the.stolen.season ] there. Maybe I'll come back here. I honestly don't know. Have I completely given up on this place? I can't say. Not right now.

If you'd like to proceed to my home, go ahead. The reason this page is gray is because I probably won't be able to update it on GreyDay and I figured I should start now. Here's to the ownership of one's creations and against its exploitations, whatever the excuses. If you'd like to know when I will be back or you'd like to say hi, please don't hesitate to mail me. I'm still around. It's just not as obvious as it was.

Brightest, sweetest blessings dear friends. Thank you for sharing in my life.