Well, well, well. It has been literal years.
Sorry to be away for so long, but, as I said in my last post, my life got extremely real and I wasn’t planning to post again unless I got published.
So, about that:
As of today, I got published in the premium version of the NoSleep Podcast!
They produced and voice-acted my short story, “A Facet of That Faceless Death,” which I wrote in early 2023. It is Horror, which I guess is slowly becoming my genre. The story focuses on what it would be like if some unknowable, Cronenbergian monster already won–if you woke up in a world where everything, including you, was already assimilated and corrupted by it.
If you’d like to give it a listen, I’ll reiterate that “A Facet of That Faceless Death” is on the premium side of the episode. That means you’d have to get a monthly membership for at least $5 to give it a listen (https://nosleep.supercast.com/).
If you can’t afford that membership, I completely understand–I’m honestly right there with you. When the exclusivity period for this story ends, I’ll either post a transcript of it here on the site or shop it somewhere else as a reprint. Either way, I’ll keep everyone posted here.
That Said, Stuff’s Been Wild
<sigh>
So, originally, the plan was to post a journal of what I was going through with the surgeries I was having. The surgeries which were pitched to me as taking roughly a year to recover from.
Hi. It’s over three years later now and I am only just able to reliably walk an hour without hurting myself. Also, the journal I was making got deleted when my old laptop died. Lol
What I’m saying is, shit’s been rough. Everything about my surgeries was worse and more difficult than I thought it would be. And, to really put that into perspective, understand that I already had multiple big surgeries when I was younger. Even with that previous experience, this last batch of surgeries was still worse than I expected.
At the same time though, I am able to walk again. And, truly, that’s a blessing and I am incredibly grateful. It’s such a blessing that I really shouldn’t complain, but I will! I’m not going to even pretend I won’t because goddamn.
Besides, as per my weird directive to detail really bad, unique experiences so other writers can more accurately describe them (the Santiago Protocol), I really have to share what it feels like to, say, wake yourself up at 3am by dislocating your knee because your body reflexively kicked that hard in an attempt to kick away the external fixator literally drilled into your leg. Ha ha! Neat! 🙃
I won’t get into it now (I’ll just leave you with the Google search for ‘external fixator’ that I assume you already ran), but I will get into it at some point on here. Probably next month.
Which is to say that yeah, I will be posting on here again for at least a little while. I’m not sure how long because I do feel like things are potentially going to get serious again, but I do have some stories and thoughts I’d like to post here on a very, very relaxed schedule.
So keep an eye out in your email for future stories of genuinely–I promise you–awful recovery from massive reconstructive surgery. I will put warnings on any graphic parts, but general warning: it hurt.
And also look out for some classic-style opinions on media.
Until then, thanks for reading, and, seriously, go for a walk today if you can. Like, if you can just get up and go for a walk to the park and it’s not blazing hot or something, do that. Never, ever take that for granted.
Inktrap 
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