Years ago, I started this blog by posting snippets and blurbs about my upcoming novels, and comic books, and stories. None of those things have been published or otherwise come to fruition. A whole LOT of life has happened in between then and now. I’ve moved across the country and lived in four different states and a worldwide virus killed countless people and we’re all still coming to grips with that, I think.
And now, here I am, at 11:33pm, in a midwestern city that’s too big for me, with Finn, my cat, drinking a mostly decaf latte and typing. I’ve been sleeping all day. I don’t know what that was about, but now I’m wide awake and I think it’s time I got back to writing things again.
I have an endless number of world fragments in my head and stories to scatter throughout them. Most recently, I took you to the brutal, corrupted wilderness of Sjolskheim, and I’ve written at length about the Westeros-inspired Tricostora. I’d like to take you soon to other places, I’d like to revisit Lunefreya, as I’ll be writing it into my latest book soon, and I’d like to introduce you to a cyberpunk-meets-space-opera city and explore it together.
I don’t want to sound like a broken record. Every time I think everything is going to be okay, it turns out that it isn’t. My mental health has been horrible because my future hasn’t felt like it’s in my control for a long while now. Whenever I make a plan, the critical components crumble to dust. But I do have a plan again, and as long as it holds out this time, I think you can expect to start seeing new worlds (and new words) from me soon enough.
The Waybetween 