Hey.
So. It's been... what, like, five months? Six? I actually had to check. I was scared to check, honestly. Felt like if I looked at the calendar I'd have to admit how much time had really gone by. How much of myself I'd lost in the meantime.
I'm not gonna lie to you. I know we do that thing where authors say "I've been so busy!" or "life got hectic!"
That's not what happened.
I've been in this place. This dark, sticky, horrible place. Like suffocating through a swamp in the middle of the night, except the swamp was thrusting my head through ear and nose, and the stinky monsters were made of fear and guilt and this heavy. Yeah, I just wake up from a coma weeks ago.
Some morning I couldn't get out of bed. Some night I'd sit at my bed and just stare at my pad until my eyes burned, and nothing came. Nothing. Like the swamp tentacles had fucked inside my brain and made me a real patrick star
But hey.
I'm here now typing this to you. And that's something, right? That's a start.
I don't know how fast I'll be. I'm not gonna make promises I can't keep. But I wanted you to know I haven't forgotten about this story. About these characters. About the world that, in some ways, has been the only place that made sense when nothing else did.
I missed you. I missed this. I missed feeling like I had something to say.
So, yeah. I'm gonna try. I'm gonna open that document and I'm gonna stare at it until the words start coming again, even if they're ugly at first. Even if they're messy. Even if I have to rewrite every single one.
One more word.
I love you guys. For real. Thanks for waiting. Thanks for not giving up on me even when I gave up on myself.
Let's see what happens next, yeah?
✌️