Delayed But Not Forgotten
The Canadian wildfire smoke hit the week I wanted to initially get the sight updates done. It took a while to recover. I’m planning to do it this week. I’m nervous – it’s been a while, and as is the issue with procrastinating with website updates, it kinda snowballs so if something has gone wrong, it’s going to be a bigger pain to fix.
I’ve been writing. I have the beginnings of a new novel, which I wasn’t expecting but I was suddenly really inspired and I’ve been doing a lot of plotting and world building since. It’s that obsessive type of writing I haven’t felt in a long time. I’m honestly feeling quite hopeful about it all.
The things that broke in my brain (ignoring the chronic fatigue) seem to be recovering lately. I haven’t tested my working memory to the way I prefer it when writing serial fiction, but I have to start somewhere to regain my momentum. I’m wondering if it’s connected to the TTFD, a better absorbed thiamine. After a bout of SIBO and the hypomagnesia, it’s been difficult to eat regularly, and my gut is less likely to absorb nutrition. Thiamine is an easy deficiency to risk once you add in the restrictive eating and gut inflammation from MCAS. But things are finally reversing in the right direction.
So, first the struggle of dealing with code and then updating with a new story. I feel like I’m doing this in the wrong order – I am not confident with the coding – but the website blares every time I log on to deal with it. Cuz it needs to get done.
Sorry for the forever long wait, peeps. Chronic illness won’t negotiate.

A little background. I taught myself digital art when I got Painter back when living in my adoptive parents’ moldy basement as a teen. While the black mold ate away at my immune system and I thought I was going crazy with my brain burning, I made art every day, figuring out each new tech advance I could afford, while taking care of my mom who was dying of cancer and later my dad with dementia. As an adult, I couldn’t art. I had to work and make a steady income. I was disabled, and my neurosis in regards to digital art was really bad. I would spend 60 hours barely sleeping, making highly realistic fantasy characters, and I was always grumpy from it. I didn’t realize at the time, but it was impacting my eyesight, and the more eyestrain, the more it impacted my mood. When I got sick in my 30’s from a mysterious illness that turned out to be MCAS triggered by mold exposure and Lyme Disease, I was bedbound a lot. I used the time to start a self publishing business, writing something not fanfics for the first time, and learning what it took to make book covers for my genre.