Update

Hi! I'm in a better mood. Despite, you know, the ongoing destruction of the natural world and looming war and all that. No nukes, no nukes, no nukes.

This week I finished the first draft of a new story commission for patron Mor that was a ton of fun to write. I worked on a short incest story that I'll post next Friday that I think people will dig. And I'm throwing a party for my birthday at the end of the month so that's been occupying my thoughts. It's been ages since I threw a party. Basically I'm inviting everyone I've ever met and seeing what happens.

Winter only just started, yinz. Lord. Dark days. Weed is helping. I have a complicated relationship with marijuana, though it's definitely my drug of choice. Sometimes I have to pull back from it, other times I find it difficult to pull back from. But then sometimes it helps me quite a bit, and ultimately I think it adds to my life rather than detracts.

I have this novel that I wrote (oh god don't make me say it) more than two years ago, now. It's not finished. But it's my favorite thing, and I'm so scared to work on it. Does that make sense? It's a trap I've found myself in many times: you make something that feels like the best thing you've ever made and because it's so special to you, you second-guess the fuck out of it and want to hide it away because you're afraid it's actually terrible. Anyway it's a mess of an unfinished first draft. I wrote a lot of it stoned and it definitely needs a sober second pass. I've been thinking more and more about getting back into it, and I've gotten some recent encouragement from folks to whom I've read parts that makes me want to get back to it and get it out. So that's on the horizon, hopefully.

Posting the second half of "In a Pinch" shortly.

xoxo,

Natty