Update/Preview

Hey again. Sorry it’s been a while since you’ve last heard from me.

To explain why, to keep it short and simple, I got Covid—just me and not the rest of my family thankfully—and it messed me up *really* badly. To the point that, even now, I *still* can’t taste or smell *anything.* Burnt chicken, pickles—I hate the smell of those things as much as the taste—cilantro—taste like soap usually—pickles and burnt chicken and cilantro slathered in god damn peanut butter, *raw fucking onions*, no matter what it is, I taste and smell nothing. And it’s the little things—or the things you always thought as “little”—like the taste of your favorite meal after a long day of work, or the smell of your apartment that always let you know you were back home and safe, that make things more bearable. But when they’re gone, it makes it easier to collapse from stress. To break.

Especially when you’re still trying to take care of your family, and grieving the loss of your best friend.

I’m gonna be real, I’ve just been in *pain* these last few months, physically and emotionally. There have honestly been moments where death felt like it was just looming over me and waiting for me to die.  But there’s no rest for the wicked, and most definitely no rest for the poor sap that has to take every delivery job possible to feed their family, and still can’t find a decent paying job no matter how hard they look . Or a therapist. Because God damn, does no one want to take that sap’s insurance.

But, there is some good news. I’ve recently found the will and time to start writing again. Specifically for some of my old stories, as it’s starting to feel a bit easier to write for them again even while I’m still grieving for Sam. I still want to try and start these stories up again, but I’m not sure how long that’ll take.

But in the meantime, I will try my damn best to give you guys *some* kind of content to enjoy.  Most likely in the form of snippets from whatever I’m working on. Whether that be new stories, or continuing old ones.

And I’d just like to say thank you for still supporting me even with the lack of communication. I’m not lying when I said your donations have made a world of difference for me and my family; you guys are why I’m still able to afford gas for my car or even groceries for my family.  So from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

With all that said, here’s a small preview for RoR:

Chapter 10: Machinations

The sun was shining brightly, but the warmth did nothing to help her mood.

Ruby Rose slowly looked around. She had just stepped outside the Dust store, a bag of premium Dust she never used before in her hand, and took in all the people moving about their day. The crowds seemed a bit small to her, especially with the Vytal Festival so close by. She wondered how many more people would be here if she had stopped that disaster.

If she had saved all those lives.

Ruby's shoulders slumped, the frown on her face deepening. She...had been thinking a lot about that night. It was hard not to, when she had failed so many people. She was supposed to be better than that. Moments like that disaster were literally what she'd been training for years to prevent.

But she didn't. Instead, dozens of people had died.

If she had been anything even close to Mom, she would've stopped it easily.