A Farewell to 2016

The coming March will mark the fourth anniversary of when I began making a public name publishing erotic fiction, and it's annually then that I look back over the past year and reflect through incoherent and disjointed stream of consciousness ramblings, but this year I'm changing it up a little.

As the world winds down the last hours of 2016, I want to cast off everything that it's been and leave it behind. I want this to be the last post of 2016 that goes to the annals of history for posterity, but is otherwise left there for a fresh start.

The short of it and the important thing to say out in the open is just thank you. Thank you for sticking it out with me, and thank you for always being the best of readers. Here's to you and a new year of brighter paths and success for us all.

There's a bunch to cathartically reflect on and get rid of, and I don't want it to take up that much space on the index so there's more after the pagebreak, and I'm going to dedicate the rest of the new year to forgetting it.

I'm Here.

I get the feeling if I don't just write this now, I'm never going to - or never get anything else done by extension, either. Long and short of it is yeah, I know. After a rather positive anniversary post in March, I haven't had anything special to report and it's looked pretty grim.

I'm still here, and I know. Things haven't been great, and the longer they went on, the longer I didn't write this, the more apprehensive I got about doing it at all, but I need to. So this isn't a release post or anything special, just a space for me to put it to words and get this off my chest. This is going to end up a massive stream of unedited conversational tone trash about my personal life and feelings. The image covers the jist of how things have been these past months.