Why must some days be so inordinately cruel? It seems that either I have no complications at all, or I have all of them at once, oh and they're all high priority.

I can see how writing has become an escape for me, both here and elsewhere. If you're having trouble with anything in your life and powering through it doesn't seem to work, stop muscling through it, and let yourself be present in the moment. You will create a metaphysical distance and gain time to refocus.

Give a muse a week and it wants a month to wake up :D

I shan't rush it, though. Especially since these upcoming chapters are... well, the one I'm writing now has more self-discovery, and then more crazy adventures, and I want to make sure I send out chapters I can be proud of.

I'm aiming to finish first draft within 24-48 hours, and then proof it a day or 2 afterward.

It feels like yesterday when I celebrated 100 likes and now my silly book of pain and whimsy reached 50 Readers.

I'm stunned that so many trekked my early chapters and the insidious cruelty the characters showed. If I could rewrite Solstice I'd be a lot more chill early-on, though this way I can paint how people can grow in a truly organic light.

All this, on what was a rebellious experiment. And not a trace of attack. I feel heard.

Thank you.

For any who may visit this page; the world offline has reared its head anew. What once was a mental crisis has been replaced with a rather physical one. I am handling the matter with hopefully success, but Solstice did skip a week. I haven't even finished my draft yet.

It's embarrassing, and I feel the sting of failure for it, though my mind endeavoureth, the false notion to ward.

Also, isn't it weird that defend in Legalese means "defend against"? As in, to defend a claim is to object to it.

As much as we trust governments and nonprofit services with crucial aspects of our day to day life, sometimes one truly is alone.

Case in point: I was trying to help someone and the crisis hotline had no one available to take a call. At the time I was livid, but I realized that I really, really need to improve my self sufficiency skills as, well, I dont exactly have a positive right to someone's time and attention.

Fortunately the crisis seems averted.

There are times when you complete a milestone with a toll taxed of you.

In this case, it is writing the first draft of an intensely emotional scene. The words reverberate through my core and the mind melds, syncing and desyncing with my characters. My spiritual self splits and melds anew, the two faces in a swirling dervish.

If you find yourself like this, take some time to rest. Your schedule can wait. Your soul must take the time to heal, or you will burn yourself dry, dissolved by your own art.

So I'm drifting in the deltas of consciousness and I go check some notifications before deciding whether to continue a nap and I see I have a new follow which is always heartwarming (thank you!!) 

And then i check on my book stats and...

I'm freaking out. Someone undropped my book. like my purple sad face number went down.

I did not think this was possible. Thank you whoever you are! It's super encouraging to see!

Just drafted up the next chapter of Solstice; not sure how I like it. Ill need to give it some time to percolate as I was intending it to go a few different ways than it did. 

(Darn characters throwing monkey wrenches in my plan... its like they have wills of their own!)

It'll probably be a rare weekday release before hopping back to weekends. This'll also give me time to decide whether make room for the intended cliffhang and not the one my muse decided to pull fifteen minutes ago.

I didnt think I'd ever see the day...

My first real work... Solstice... started as a literal writing exercise borne of spite and pain and dark ambition... and from there turned into a story that speaks to my experience...

Has. One. Hundred. Hearts.

I am floored. I am amazed. I... I feel encouraged.

A heartfelt thank you to everyone who made this possible. This literally could not happen without you.

I really do wish sometimes that ScribbleHub would let me know who keeps hearting what chapters?

Cause I saw the number tick up and got super excited  but i have no idea where that heart even got placed

Thank you though, whoever you might be! It's encouraging  beyond belief

Drafted my next chapter. 4675 words.

Yeah I'm not releasing tomorrow. Maybe Sunday, but I find Saturday is the better release day anyway.

I remember when putting 2000 words to paper was a tall order. Then again, that was 2000 words every day for a month.

I swear, early Solstice and late Solstice are barely the same book (aka I should probably go back and revise... probably after I'm finished. The few readers I have deserve a continuing story)

I wonder if it is a coincidence that, after a spiritual journey of basking in emotion, the body quits out and falls ill for a while.

These experiences I will take the time to record and feel, in the hopes that I do not forget. I can call upon this later in my creative efforts.

Life is like this. Two steps forward, one back. Maybe everyone is really stepping sideways? 

Is progress an illusion? Is it undefined behaviour? Is it redefinable behaviour?

Thank you so much LunaSoltaer for checking out my story Astraology. Please feel free to follow, favorite, comment, and rate. I look forward to your continued feedback and readership.

Have an interlude written - just need to edit and proof it. i think im sticking to a weekly scheduke though maybe with a backlog who knows.

Couple weeks apparently means AN ENTIRE FUCKING YEAR HOLY SHIT.

I'm proofing a new chapter of Solstice, and god DAMN I feel like I got thrown in a time capsule.