Archive for January, 2022

Updates and other things

St. Albans Sanatorium – Radford, Virginia - Atlas Obscura
St. Alban’s Sanatorium, image courtesy of Atlas Obscura

If the world was fair, and Covid-19 didn’t exist, I would be on my way to investigate this lovely piece of haunted history tonight with some excellent friends. However, due to my roommate being diagnosed positive last week, and me being sick as well, I am not. I hope Spence, Tee, Phil, and Jhada have a blast, though! And we WILL investigate when I finally get down there!

So instead, I’m working more on Belladonna Dreams, because if I can’t investigate a haunted sanatorium, I can at least write about one. I’ve currently got up to 7 chapters on Tapas (which is free!) of the new Sapph novel, and I have a feeling I might be putting up more novels in process. I’ve hit the end point of what I have written for this novel so far, so today I’m going to be doing some serious wordage. It’s too bitterly cold out to go anywhere, and I’m still recovering, so something that keeps me sedentary probably isn’t a bad thing.

I have an appointment next week with a therapist, who will hopefully help me work through some of the issues that I’ve pushed off to deal with my dad. We’re also looking at possibly getting me a diagnosis of ADHD, which will probably help things as well. So more to come! Stay tuned! (go check out Tapas – it’s got a ton of novels and comics and will help you pass the time while it’s cold and Covid ruins everything!)

It’s a new year, Charlie Brown

I don’t want to do a look-back through 2021. There were good and bad things, and really, I don’t feel the need to revisit them. Finishing the Advent story was pretty much the only writing I finished in 2021, and I’m okay with that. In fact, that’s part of the reason I’m posting this today.

For the longest time, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be paid to sit in a coffee shop, drink way more tea than was good for me, and have the words spew from my fingertips onto my screen and then travel to sign books and in general life would be good. I mean, who wouldn’t want that, right? Doesn’t that sound like a dream come true?

Except it’s not my dream anymore. I like writing. I like sharing my stories with people. I have a good job that pays my bills and my health insurance, and I like my day job. I don’t feel the need to sell my writing anymore. I’ve been published. I’m proud of the books I’ve published. But that’s not how I want to make my living anymore.

So I guess that’s it. I’m not stopping writing. But I’m not going to chase publishing at this time. I’ll be writing mostly on the weekends, and I’ll be dropping content at Tapas under the hard to find name of vgford. I plan on uploading on Sunday nights mostly. In fact, there’s an episode up now.

I hope you all enjoy it.