Hurricanes suck

Hi everyone.

I am chugging along, thank you for your patience. This has been...a doozy. This post is not an excuse, because I'm trying to get stuff done in between, and I am proud of myself for not just throwing up my hands and turning off the Patreon.

But right now I have 2 families of in-laws at my house from Florida, and one more on the way. With children. And now, I think, pets.

This is not helpful for being a nocturnal creative and trying to write books.

I also have to help my mom drive across the country at the end of the month, to help her move. I plan to dictate chapters on the drive as much as possible. It's going to be a long trip.

The last two months have really forced me to learn new skills on how to work through adversity. I actually finished writing Sponsored Apocalypse 2 in the last few days after Dragoncon while I was sick as hell. Ever since then, I have not had a single concurrent 3 days where i could work in peace and in decent health.

Obviously, I have already told you all that I got hit by the storms a couple weeks ago and lost power and water for a week, too. I took another 3 days after that for internet to come back.

We cannot hear tone in type, so I will just clearly say that nobody needs to worry. I am not complaining.  This is not a bitch session, and I don't want sympathy. Many of you are dealing with worse, I am sure. The reason I am telling you all this is because as Patreon patrons, I believe I owe you an explanation if things slow down.

We have some new patrons who came for Past Life Hero, too, and I keep seeing comments and PMs from people asking for more, and wondering why I haven't posted in a while.

Well, part of it is I always work on five things at once. The other part is...this has been my greatest personal shit show since 2020.

All in all, from a certain perspective, that's probably a blessing, though. It can always be worse. "It could always be worse," is like my personal mantra for trying to remain stoic.

Oh, and the news cycle lately has been rad, too. Thank God for fantasy books, am I right? I am being entirely serious, here.


Ahem. Anyway...

I was just woken up after about four hours of sleep. The house is too loud, and I am a light sleeper. So now I am holed up in my office, likely being regarded as highly antisocial, probably harming some relationships with family. But there is not much else I can do. As a night person, before I visit family or go on vacation, I usually take a week to adjust my sleep cycle to be more like the rest of the world. Some of you will probably relate.

Still, I could personally never indulge in feeling sorry for myself long enough to get any kind of momentum. After all, today, I am being inconvenienced, but I still have a great life compared to the rest of the world, and a bunch of people in Florida are going to lose their houses today. Lose everything. Isn't it frustrating when our brain is smart and mature enough to know that nothing that is bothering us personally really matters, but we're still sleep deprived and stomping around like a grouchy crack addict going through withdrawals?

lol

Let me know if you all ever have similar thoughts to the ones I've shared here. I have a feeling that some of this will resonate.

 I will try to have some chapters up tonight.


-BC