Hi everyone! I’m really excited to announce that I launched a Patreon page for my short horror stories last month. I’ve been hard at work writing short stories and getting it ready for announcement!
You can check it out and subscribe here.
For those of you who don’t know how Patreon works, it’s basically a way for people to directly support creators they like. If you enjoy my writing, you can sign up for various levels of support with different rewards at each level.
For example, for $1/month, you get access to all the short stories I post.
For $5/month, you get access to the short stories and a Tarot reading overview of the month.
For $10/month, you get all of the above, plus a personalized, private 1 card Tarot draw every month.
Some housekeeping: I post on the 1st and the 15th of every month, and I include TWs at the beginning of every story. And once I reach 150 patrons, I’ll release an ebook compilation of all the stories I’ve posted to be given for free to all my patrons!
So, if you enjoy my writing, please feel free to check out my Patreon page, and sign up to support me! Thank you! 🙂
I don’t have many fears in life, but the ones I do have tend to revolve around losing things. Losing my family. Losing my friends. Not being wanted. Being forgotten. Of course, there’s bugs too, but mostly there is a theme surrounding the things I’m most afraid of.
Because of this theme, moving 18 hours away from home is probably the single hardest thing I have ever done in my life.
I’m pretty much an emotional wreck from the time I wake up in the morning until the time I fall asleep at night. I miss home so much it hurts, but I also know that I would never have done anything with my life if I had stayed. Knowing that the stagnation would have killed any motivation and creativity I had doesn’t make the loss of home any easier, though. It’s like taking your medicine and being expected to like the bitter tang.
My friends and family have all been really amazing in supporting me, and making space for my emotional ups and downs, even as some of them are going through difficult times as well. And that’s real love, isn’t it? Making space for one another, even if you can’t fix anything.
I asked my Tarot deck the other day if I’m going to make it through this. The card I pulled was The Journey (which corresponds to the Death card in the Rider-Waite deck). And this, to me, was a sign that I will make it through this, but not as I was. I will make it through this only with a period of growing and changing.
And that’s terrifying. Change is scary and painful, and even though I wasn’t happy before, at least I was comfortable. But there is no adventure or growth in the comfortable places of our lives, and if I want something more from this life, I have to take the risk.
I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know what losses are in store for me. I just hope that I won’t be forgotten by the ones I love in spite of all the space between us now.