To say the last few months have been hectic would be an understatement.
I've kept myself very busy. Probably too busy. Busy enough that I'm worrying some people.
But all I do is art and writing so... I just wake up and get to it. Take naps when I need. Eat when I need. My "fun" activities are also my "work" activities so... lol.
But I'm mostly a hermit these days. Being chronically ill means that going out often during a pandemic is a bad idea. I've already had COVID twice, first time wasn't so bad back when the pandemic started. But this last time? My fever got bad enough I could feel my grey matter cooking.
Who knows, maybe all that fever brain boiling made me no longer give much of a fuck.
So. I just ran the Monster-Load Giveaway with 100 participating authors with the help of Vera Valentine, Latrexa Nova and the Smut Tea Stories Podcast team. (UM DREAM TEAM ANYONE??) And currently, we're (or more accurately, I'm) getting everything set up for a follow up event.
The goal of these things is to uplift the author community. And so far? It's been successful. Stressful and successful! We even managed to break King Sumo. Like... they'd have to re-write the code because we exhausted their (UNMENTIONED) limitations which in turn strained their bandwidth. But being an ex Format QA Tester at Sony... Yeah, too bad tech bros.
What's been trippy AF hasn't just been the fact that big names in the monster/alien romance genres know who the fuck I am (help! I have been perceived!), but they've been "drooling over my artwork" (...their words...) which just has me going...
I'm currently doing a bunch of art commissions, am now in two anthologies (as far as I'm aware), have one book that's half done in Orc Matched, an Orc Matched holiday special plotted, two more Orc Matched books plotted, two potential novella series I could start this year, one witchy trilogy that's half either written or plotted, the first book in a trilogy that's part of a multi-series mostly written, and... well yeah, there's more but I just tired out my brain lol.
ESSENTIALLY... my word for 2023, "AUDACITY", has really just shot for the moon at this point. I am, in my purest form, haunted by a feral, unhinged trash cat opossum who's loitering next to a dumpster fire at the back of a Waffle House during a full moon, writing and drawing alien/monster porn and serenading the moon with a half-full box of mushroom and pineapple pizza.
I don't have a plan other than "why the fuck not?" and am just flying by the seat of my pants with my critter coven, cringe fully embraced. But so far so good? I also don't have a plan for this whole blog thing, so let's just see where this goes, yeah?