Remember when I said Real Life(tm) had kicked my ass, back in 2013?
I shoulda known Murphy was listening.
Since then, I've suffered two strokes (bp 230/180, now under control with meds), a house fire, and other minor travails, too numerous to list.
And Muse Erato (look her up) decided to scamper off and whisper in someone else's ear.
In the house fire, (total loss) I lose all my computers, and thus all my logins, bookmarks, story files, blah blah blah, along with all my stories that only existed on paper. 3 cartons of legal pads. All gone.
At least no one was hurt in the fire, which was caused by a lightning strike. Even the dogs escaped injury. Recovery has been slow, though. The insurance paid off the mortgage, but nothing else.
I'm not even sure, any more, which story I was working on at the time, but whatever it was, it's gone.
Muse finally found me, again. She must have been hanging out at the lot the house used to stand on. I still own it though it is only a vegetable garden, now. Can't afford to build...
Still, she's back, whispering, and I just recently started a new tale, and have around 38K words, in the cloud, this time, so that I can recover quicker, if I do receive another trophy in the shape of a cat's ass... I hope I don't, though. I have no mantle to put it on.
At least I regained access to this account, here, today, so when (not if) I do have something to post, I can.
One thing I promise, I will never go the patreon route. The only payment I ask for is feedback. I get that some Authors want to be paid for their work, in real money, or at least folding fiat.
I'm just Scribbler, though. Send me a note, saying you liked "Kelly," or "Taking," or "Open." Hell, send me a note cursing me out for not being able to finish "Y'all."
That's the only payment I ask, for my scribbles.
May the Lord keep and bless each and every one of you.
~S