Testing, 1, e, 3

I’m writing this on my computer, not my laptop. I usually write up on Word and then copy it over but I just want to dive into this so wish me luck.


It’s been a while.

I’m sorry that I didn’t reply to people who reached out to me, it was a difficult time. I don’t want to drag this blog on as I am prone to do, I just want to get to the points.

My husband and I are still married. It was difficult but we figured things out, and are stronger than we’ve ever been. A lot happier, too.

Some traumatic shit happened and I went to therapy. I got an amazing therapist and it turns out I have rapid cycling bipolar disorder. I stayed in therapy for almost two years and started receiving treatment from a psychiatrist too. To say I’m a whole other person is a lie, but my god, my life is a lot, lot better.

I started taking my writing a little more seriously. It’s tough still because my medication hasn’t quite taken the edge of the fatigue that comes with depression. If anyone has any advice, I’m all ears.

I did start a new book, and in true my luck sucks fashion, a comic book is coming out this year with almost entirely the same premise. A dude starts working as a PR agent to urban legends. I’m going to continue mine anyway because why not? It can’t be that similar, right?

I also started marketing KDD again, and publishing online a LITRPG. You can find it here: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/49891/meet-me-in-another-world-for-you Please laugh at the cover. I do. It’s not permanent. I hope.

And lastly, what set this writery stuff back in motion? Well a bunch of stuff sure but one major thing.

In December we bought a puppy. A gorgeous Australian Shepherd girl that we fell in love with the moment we saw her. We had her for an amazing six days and then she became ill. She was diagnosed with parvo virus and although our brave little girl fought it for four days it took her life.

If you’ve followed my blog you’ll know I’m a coward. I don’t handle confrontation well, I don’t handle being told I’m shit well. I just hide.

How can I hide from mean words when Chloe, at nine weeks old, went through the horrific virus that is parvo?

So here I am. I’m still scared. But I keep seeing strength in the smallest of places and I need to gather my own and use it.

Okay I wrote more than I intended to. Will I continue to write on this blog? Maybe. I’ll probably post the first few chapters of Legendary: Urban Legend PR Agency just so I can point at it if I’m ever accused of plagiarism. Be warned, it’s rough.

I hope all of you are doing well. For those not on instagram I’m going to post a picture of Chloe. And just because I want to.

Wait, how do you post a picture? What did they change? Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

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