I want to start by saying this clearly, because my brain keeps trying to convince me otherwise: I have not abandoned anything. Not a single story. Not a single universe. They are all still here, alive and breathing and waiting for me just as impatiently as you are.
But moving has done something strange to my head.
It’s the kind of disruption that doesn’t look dramatic from the outside. The boxes are mostly gone. The furniture is in place. Life is good. I love this new chapter. And yet my brain still feels like it’s standing in a doorway, unsure which version of “home” it belongs to. Every time I sit down to write, it’s like my thoughts scatter in twelve directions at once, chasing ghosts of routines that don’t exist anymore.
And now, to add insult to injury, I’ve got a cold. So my body, in its infinite wisdom, has decided this is the perfect moment to hit the brakes and whisper, “You’re done. Rest.”
The problem is, my heart is not done. My imagination is not done. I want to write so badly it aches.
So here’s where everything currently stands:
Currently Posted & Active:
• Stranger Things
• Grey’s Anatomy
• Baldur’s Gate
• Game of Thrones
• Supernatural
• Skyrim
• Harry Potter
These worlds are already growing roots behind the scenes. They haven’t met you yet, but they will.
Right now, my creativity isn’t gone. It’s displaced. It’s recovering. It’s recalibrating to new walls, new light, new rhythms. ADHD, illness, and environmental upheaval are a chaotic trio, and unfortunately my brain is the battleground at the moment.
But I am still here. The stories are still here. And they will continue.
Thank you for your patience. Truly. You’re not shouting into an empty void. I’m just finding my way back to the desk.
