We all have these instants, brief or not-so-brief moments of un-joy,little existential crises of our own making, times when we can't keep ourselves from unhealthy comparisons.
It's dark outside, and bitterly cold and snowy without there being any real snow, just a miserly little dusting. I'm going over all the projects I've got lined up for the year, getting ready for taxes and wondering if my hobbies are ever going to start paying for themselves. I'm weighing work and family and education and money and all that shit that makes you unable to fall asleep at night, and it's rather daunting.
I won't go into the specifics of difficulty, because that's tedious, but I will say this: posting to my blog and hearing from you guys is a continual fucking bright spot in my life. I'm about to wrap up Paradise and dive into something very new for me, and I'm not afraid of doing that, because I get to experiment here and you generally encourage me. The rhythm of posting and storytelling here is a happy constant in the midst of heavy fluctuation, and I. Freaking. Love you. 'm just sayin'.
That being put out there...yeah! Final Paradise and probably a cover reveal for Cambion this week, and maybe even some angsting about self-publishing (The Captain, oh, jeez...I've even got a sequel all planned out, but I don't want to actually sell this story if it's not polished enough to merit taking people's money, and getting it there, even with the awesome help I got here, is being problematic).
I think that's all for now. It's time for some Walking Dead. Because nothing perks you up like zombies!