zanthenewt

Hi. I just wanted to apologize for dropping off the face of the earth. My mental health has plummeted lately and I’ve been hardly able to function, let alone write anything more than terrible poetry—if you can even call it that. I should have said something sooner, but I kept expecting to be better and able to carry on as normal. But things have only gotten worse so I don’t know when or if that’ll be able to happen. I’m sorry again. To make it up to you, here’s some of that terrible ‘poetry’ I mentioned. Have a good laugh! 
          	
          	Isn’t it funny—
          	Funny as in ironic,
          	Funny as in sad—
          	When the people you’ve always loved,
          	Always trusted,
          	Are the ones who disappear? 
          	
          	When you try so hard 
          	To emulate them,
          	To convert yourself to their image,
          	To like whatever they like, 
          	Think how they think,
          	And then end up further from them 
          	Than ever before. 
          	
          	But you don’t know how 
          	to be anything but what
          	You always thought they wanted. 
          	And you’re hurting 
          	And broken
          	And lost
          	
          	Ready to break a wall
          	So it looks like you
          	And they don’t reach out.
          	And you’re going home,
          	But are afraid to even tell them
          	You’ll be there. 
          	They carry on with their lives. 
          	
          	Not that you’re surprised.
          	And it’s probably you’re fault 
          	Not like you’re reaching out to them.
          	But shouldn’t they realize you’re hurting?
          	Shouldn’t they care enough to check in? 
          	If they’re really the ones who you know best?
          	
          	And isn’t it funny
          	That while they don’t call,
          	The strangers do. 
          	People you never trusted,
          	Never let yourself like past a friendly acquaintance.
          	But one sad word, 
          	And they’re running
          	
          	Begging to be let in 
          	Clutching offerings of hot chocolate 
          	And stuffed animals.
          	But what’s funny is, 
          	You don’t let them in. 
          	
          	You don’t answer the door
          	Because you’re just a funny—
          	Funny as in stupid—person
          	Who only wants to open the door
          	To people who don’t bother to knock. 

WezleyBrookz

Rose, How are you now? Hugs, Wez ❤️⛹️‍♀️✨☀️⭐️⚔️✊
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Dav_Devs

@zanthenewt I may not know you but I'm holding on to that hope that you've gotten better and know that I'm never giving up that hope, with lots of love❤️❤️❤️ your friends from the other side ‍♀️
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Writ_erdude

@zanthenewt I hope things get better, I'll remember you in my prayers.
          	  The poetry you shared, I liked it and I found it raw with emotions. Sending some love and hugs your way, Take care!❤
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AnnaMaria_777

Hey! I hope your health got better, that's the most important thing after all! I just wanted to ask you if you were planning on continuing the book 2500? It was such a thrilling book, I got sucked right in! And you authored it with such skill, I couldn't wait to read more!

zanthenewt

Hi. I just wanted to apologize for dropping off the face of the earth. My mental health has plummeted lately and I’ve been hardly able to function, let alone write anything more than terrible poetry—if you can even call it that. I should have said something sooner, but I kept expecting to be better and able to carry on as normal. But things have only gotten worse so I don’t know when or if that’ll be able to happen. I’m sorry again. To make it up to you, here’s some of that terrible ‘poetry’ I mentioned. Have a good laugh! 
          
          Isn’t it funny—
          Funny as in ironic,
          Funny as in sad—
          When the people you’ve always loved,
          Always trusted,
          Are the ones who disappear? 
          
          When you try so hard 
          To emulate them,
          To convert yourself to their image,
          To like whatever they like, 
          Think how they think,
          And then end up further from them 
          Than ever before. 
          
          But you don’t know how 
          to be anything but what
          You always thought they wanted. 
          And you’re hurting 
          And broken
          And lost
          
          Ready to break a wall
          So it looks like you
          And they don’t reach out.
          And you’re going home,
          But are afraid to even tell them
          You’ll be there. 
          They carry on with their lives. 
          
          Not that you’re surprised.
          And it’s probably you’re fault 
          Not like you’re reaching out to them.
          But shouldn’t they realize you’re hurting?
          Shouldn’t they care enough to check in? 
          If they’re really the ones who you know best?
          
          And isn’t it funny
          That while they don’t call,
          The strangers do. 
          People you never trusted,
          Never let yourself like past a friendly acquaintance.
          But one sad word, 
          And they’re running
          
          Begging to be let in 
          Clutching offerings of hot chocolate 
          And stuffed animals.
          But what’s funny is, 
          You don’t let them in. 
          
          You don’t answer the door
          Because you’re just a funny—
          Funny as in stupid—person
          Who only wants to open the door
          To people who don’t bother to knock. 

WezleyBrookz

Rose, How are you now? Hugs, Wez ❤️⛹️‍♀️✨☀️⭐️⚔️✊
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Dav_Devs

@zanthenewt I may not know you but I'm holding on to that hope that you've gotten better and know that I'm never giving up that hope, with lots of love❤️❤️❤️ your friends from the other side ‍♀️
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Writ_erdude

@zanthenewt I hope things get better, I'll remember you in my prayers.
            The poetry you shared, I liked it and I found it raw with emotions. Sending some love and hugs your way, Take care!❤
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zanthenewt

So I know I haven’t been too active lately, so I wanted to apologize. I do, however, come bearing the exciting promise of a new fantasy novel! I don’t know when it’ll be posted, but here’s a short working blurb: 
          
          
          
          
          
          After losing her family to a plague born of dragons, Reighlyn Merle is left unable to fend for herself. She’s rounded up with other homeless humans of her kingdom and sent as slaves to work for the merciless Kaltain family, the High Rulers among elf and man. 
          
          Learning incredible new details of Drakonrot, this sickness which stole her family, Reighlyn is forced into a deal with the High King. She’ll have to either stop the plague, or be butchered at the claws of dragons. 
          
          To put an end to the devastating sickness, Reighlyn must journey through her kingdom with an unpleasant elf prince. He’s cold and dismissive, but Reighlyn can’t help but notice something else... something somber and lonely, and then something almost kind and charming and—High King forbid it—something intoxicatingly sexy. 
          
          As her feelings evolve from chill to sizzling inferno, Reighlyn discovers a scandalous secret about infallible Kaltain family that could doom the loathsome High King, and her elven prince, forever. 
          
          
          
          
          
          Anyway, that’s just some ideas I’ve been noodling around with. And that summary by no means covers it, but I’m still to early in the development process to give you a good run down. Still, let me know what you think! All I know for sure is to be on the look out for a new publication filled with high fantasy adventure and some steamy romance.