Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Updates.

I am still alive. I have not died. 

Is that a good thing?

Still trying to figure that out. 

Hello! 

Happy Summer of 2022! Work is mostly done for me for the year, unless I hear something different. Other than those developments, summer is going to be a bit slower this year. 

Me? I am mostly enjoying the slow pace of the hot, Hot, HOT summer days by doing anything besides going outside. Pride Month is going nicely, and pretty chill. There are a lot of cool things having to do with the LGBTQ+ community I am specifically excited about that have come out recently. Netflix has "First Kill" and "Dead End: Paranormal Park," two shows that feature LGBTQ+ lead characters and horror. (A great combination, if I am honest) Notable comment for certain friends of mine who like Broadway, the latter includes the vocal talents of Alex Brightman (Beetlejuice himself) as a talking dog named Puggsley. And yes. He does sing. I will be trying to watch them both at some point

I watched almost all of the episodes in Vol. 1 of Stranger Things Season Four. For those of you who are wondering how it is, I had to stop watching once or twice because certain parts are that intense. And I currently have an alarm made from one of the most traumatizing parts of the season. I am both excited for and actively dreading Vol. 2. 

Other than that, the only major things happening this summer is a wonderful meetup with my bestie, and the constant desire to continue writing. If I am able to find a publishing home for a few of my finished stories, I should have some personal publishing projects coming out soon. 

After summer ends, specifically after September 8th, I will be starting work on editing for my first anthology! It's a furry, winter holiday-themed anthology for stories that are one thousand words or less. (If anyone is curious and would like to try and write for it, here is the link.)

Other than that. Nothing new to report. Just business as usual. 

See you all the next time I decide to post.

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