An End

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I am more than a year behind on my novels, which is a terrifying thing for me. I was supposed to write three last year and two this year, based on a very generous schedule. I have written zero.

The schedule was based on hard math from previous works. I know how long old projects have taken and how many words long they are. With that, I can estimate how long new projects will be, and with that estimate how long they should take to create.

To be clear: I am not burned out. I've been writing chapters for old fan-fiction off and on when I can. It's my environment. Without a place to live where I'm at peace, I can't create. I had a hectic job while writing Beyond Pain, but I had a calm place to live. Mentally calm, I mean, by the way. I have one roommate right now, and he's a perfectly nice guy. There are just things about where we live, this apartment, that constantly draw my eye and make me extremely uncomfortable. It's so consistent that it's messed with my ability to write while I'm here, because I could be doing things to rectify the situation instead... So I end up doing neither.

It doesn't help that my depression has continued to get worse. Every time I think it couldn't possibly, it finds a way to quantum tunnel to a new low. If it weren't for other promises made, years ago - actually 692 days ago exactly - I don't know where I'd be right now. I'm living on dumb pride and determination.

It is with this that I effectively cancel this page, as courtesy to those supporting me, because what they joined to support is no longer making progress, and hasn't for a long time. I worked on the three novels for last year, and I got about halfway through two of them, but it was forced progress, and I would either need to restart those projects or rewrite large sections of them. It's junk, at this point.

Thank you for the support for the past while, and know that this is AN end, not THE end.