Week forty of 2023 and I don’t think i could ever have predicted how this year would’ve gone for me, and shit, there’s still twelve weeks left.

I’m in a state of limbo at the moment, waiting for a new adventure to start, and I’m also going away with my youngest next weekend, which is going to be bonkers. Stay tuned for that. In the meantime, I’m back in a truck, helping out those who were good to me, as well as keeping some money coming in.

This past week also marked my twins’ birthday, so we all got together and I spoiled them as much as I could. I hadn’t seen them for over half a year, so we had a lot to catch up on and a lot of fun. I’ve said it a hundred times, but my kids are good kids and better people then I’ll ever be, and if I had to do all the fucked up things in my life again, just to show them the way not to do things, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Other than that it’s quiet, but I am writing again. I mean, other than this blog. I’ve submitted a short story to an anthology, which I’ll link as soon as its out, but it’s also given me a nudge to finally edit a book I wrote a few years ago, and that had some interest from agents and publishers. It just needed a polish, so I’ll get back to that ASAP. And yes, if you have read my two zombie novels, I will be getting on with the third and final one as soon as the above mentioned editing is done. Writing is good for me. Its escapism and its therapeutic, but the actual physical act of sitting down and writing is the hardest part for me.

But I’ll get it done

As Hemingway said;

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.