Happy friday the 13th
Reading while Death knocks on my door and everyone else's? Why not, I've nothing else to do during this epidemic.
Having been isolated in my home for the past however long it's been, I've noticed that stir craziness is a legitimate thing—and I'm experiencing it firsthand despite feeling like utter shit. So, I decided to pick up reading again to pass the time.
So, in my last blogs I talked about recovering from the hardest burnout I've ever gone through, a debt accrued over seven years. I realized most of that really was the drive to monetize my work. It shaped everything I had been thinking about my writing for years, now, in subtle and unsubtle ways. Becoming financially stable through other means let me massage all those knots and work something out.
Recently, I helped my good friend Scriblits Talo with some minor editing of their newest story, published just in time on the eve of the darkest night of the year
I present to you the wonderful tale that is named Cé Tusa, Cé Tusa, Cé Tusa.
May you enjoy this scary delight, and shiver in awe this Nightmare Night.
Watch the entire [REDACTED] SMP in order: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLa-0Lg8oeokO0TY-FI1wgZumPXwimgIuG
OR
Watch the latest uploads from it: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLa-0Lg8oeokOyA3Eo0nTesLnvkTv3YNUQ
New Spike At Your Service chapter dropped.
Everything else, as usual, in progress.