Life Update: A Little Glitch in the Matrix

Young man with his head in his hands.  A blast of colors surround him.

So, I’ve been a bit like a ghost lately, haven’t I? One of those mysterious ones that leaves a cold spot in the room but forgets to actually say anything interesting. I’m sorry for the radio silence! My keyboard has been feeling pretty lonely, and honestly, so have I.

The truth is, my body decided to throw a massive tantrum. It’s not just a standard “slept on my neck wrong” situation—it’s more of a major health setback that needs some pretty aggressive treatment over the next couple of months. Imagine a very annoying, very persistent alarm clock that you can’t find the snooze button for. That’s been my physical state lately. It smells like antiseptic and tastes like those chalky vitamins your mom used to make you eat, and frankly, I’m over it.

What This Means for the Books

Because I’ll be busy fighting this particular dragon, I might not be popping up here quite as often as I’d like. And—please don’t throw your shoes at me—but the next book might be delayed just a tiny bit. I know, I know! I can hear the collective sigh from here.

But look, I’m still writing. Even when I’m feeling like a soggy piece of toast, my brain is still whirring away at the plot. Sometimes the best ideas come when you’re staring at a beige ceiling, right? My gay lead characters are still getting into trouble in my head, and I’m scribbling notes whenever I can find a pen that actually works. I’m hoping to use this blog as a bit of a tether to the real world, so I’ll try to post more often if my energy levels decide to cooperate.

Staying Positive (Mostly)

I’m trying to keep things light, even if I’m currently losing a wrestling match with a hospital gown. There’s something kind of funny about being told to “rest” when your mind is busy building entire haunted cities or figuring out who killed the guy in the library with a poisoned knitting needle.

I really appreciate you guys sticking around while I get back on my feet. Your messages mean a lot, seriously. They’re better than the weird lime gelatin they keep trying to feed me.

I’ll keep you posted as things move along.


Murder at the Savoy book cover

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