Long Time No Post

 It's crazy to me that it's only been nine months since I made a blog post.

I know -- only nine months? Yes. Only. A lot has happened this year, most of which I had to address at a 'spoon' deficit due to my mental and physical well-being operating in a less-than-optimal range.

And all that is behind us now! New year, new me! Right?

HahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAaaaahahahahahahaaaaaha. No.

No, that's not how any of that works.

However, I do feel much more capable of starting up my blog again. I've learned more about myself and nailed down a bit more in the realm of my goals, so I'm hopeful that I can get to be more consistent here again. And if I can't, the bad doesn't erase the good. I wrote this one. I have every intention of writing another one. And that is, in the words of my mom, Boris*.

I also haven't been doing much writing because I'm working on high-fantasy world development, which I love, but doesn't give me a whole lot to write about story-wise until I have more foundation than I do.

But that's the point of the blog.

And yes, Marie and Abby, I am still editing On Whose Head the Crown now that The Unwoven Tapestry trilogy is completed and published. (Did everyone know I published a trilogy? Honestly, I can't believe it sometimes.)

This new world is coming along but has me working on three new races of beings plus a new human culture and those are the worst because there are so many options for humans and how do I narrow down their thing? 

Never fear, I've been listening to a ton of non-fiction this year and have some fun ideas that I'm excited about. I also have a magic system that might or might not fit (like it wants to, but I'm not sure how to make these ideas coexist in the same space without it getting suuuuuper convoluted, but we'll figure it out) and my friend Emily got to talk to me about geology, which was her college major, so you KNOW that was a good day for us both.

Add to all that the fact that it's not like I told you absolutely everything in The Unwoven Tapestry, so I can do any number of short scenes and small stories with those characters in case you (like me) didn't get enough. I shall endeavor to put spoiler warnings on anything to do with that story until this time next year, but also: read, review, rant. You know I want to hear it. <3

Onward to victory!

*Boris Godunov from that opera written in the mid-1800s, everyone knows it, right? Right. Godunov sounds like good enough. So when something was good enough, my mom would call it Boris. Yep. She created her own rhyming slang that the cockneys would be proud of. And now you know.

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