I know this is late and it probably doesn't matter anymore. It's been four years since I've even logged into my Fictionpress account. I always said I would never stop writing '100 Reasons' and apparently I'm a huge liar. Towards the last few updates, I think it was obvious that I had hit a wall. This story was originally started as mindless fluff that made me laugh. I was bored in study hall and just started penning the first couple chapters without any thought as to where it was going. Somewhere down the line, it stopped being fun for me. I think that because it was initially meant purely as entertainment, I hadn't thought about plotting or characterization. I remember sitting down one day and thinking, 'where the hell is this even going?'. I tried to bump up the pacing, but it felt a little too late. All I kept seeing was the things I didn't like. I wished I'd had a stronger plot and that there was more to Aimee as a person. My biggest inclination was to just toss out what I'd written and start over. The more I tried to write, I just couldn't. It's extremely difficult to want to throw yourself into a story where all you see are these fundamental flaws. Add in all my own personal/family issues and the stress of starting college and I didn't have time even if I wanted it.
Like I said, most likely no one cares after all this time, but I thought this was a long overdue explanation. This way, if anyone stumbles upon '100 Reasons' they know where it stands. I have the rest of the story outlined completely, but I don't know when I'll ever get back to it. Writing should be fun not stressful and I've moved onto other stories.