Happy new year, folks. A little update: When it comes to my life, my story, and how I balance the two, know and understand that I am a human being. I have my own goals, likes, and needs.
I do not get paid to write but I get paid to patrol a certain area for twelve hours a day and be proverbially paranoid of ambushes. The story will always come second to my life, which also includes my job, which I love doing.
I’m not sure if I can keep up with my old schedule and word count of 8k words every two weeks. Crime rates have risen where I patrol. It’s more intricate; nastier and specific. It takes time. It’s exhausting.
Since I posted my last chapter, I have written about 100 words, thirty of which are actual plot and not outlines for what I want in the scene.
Guys, I’ll be frank: I just have way too much fun as a cop to write consistently. I may complain about the job, and those complaints are legitimate.
But by God, it really is a front row seat to the greatest show on Earth. Yall stay safe, and please bear with me as I try to fix some balancing things. I think these next chapters will be fun to write, and after the Family Day portions, the Final Arc begins for the story.
