Apr. 16th

This month is going by fast. Everything is sliding out of my mind like sludge coming out of my ears. Death constantly whispering besides, I try to read it bedtime stories. Apathy choking me while my body moves through motion, unbeknownst.

I have some plans for my writing after I graduate. I'm not giving any money to Substack anymore, in any capacity. So sick of that place, so tired of the people behind it, among other things. It's stiff, it's weird. Little by little I will be pulling most my stories from there. As I mentioned, I have reworked a few for here, in which I want to be here more, I really do. But as I have also mentioned, my rate of change is slow. But this summer, I'll be able to focus more on where I want to write, and how. Thinking of maybe ditching that orange abyss altogether, and getting a more personal blog. It seems affordable, doable. Also just focusing on writing and submitting, working on queries. 2026 has shaped up well for my writing thus far, I WILL get more publications, the year ain't over.

Everything is good and bad. Never one sided anymore. Just gray. Anyways, much love for those that read these. Back into the reeds.