Or: Why I stopped blogging here for five months.
At some point in late September or early October, I really screwed up my left arm. Badly. I wound up in the emergency room then later at a second doctor. There were a lot of pills — and I’m not even the kind of guy who normally drinks.
The nightmares brought about by one medicine were absolutely exquisite. One of them will haunt me for the rest of my natural life.
Anyway, I was frequently coming home and collapsing far away from computers so that my arm could mend itself. Even when I am online, excessive typing hasn’t been easy. My arm has that pleasant tingle right now, in fact.
I had also hit a roadblock with Dark Arcanum. I found a voice and purpose but had no desire to keep telling different versions of the same story. While healing, I also began to work on combining several ideas. Several years ago, I saw America after the apocalypse. That war wasn’t won. Nor was it fought with nukes or disease. There was something else. Those years ago, I wanted to tell the story of a hero.
I am instead planning a podcast in several parts to tell the story of a villain in that land. The rules of the Dark Arcanum will also be in effect.
In short, I’m ready to come back swinging. I want to. I can feel it. I’m writing with passion I haven’t felt in a very long time. I have been writing this story. I have seen the apocalypse and it looks like an ancient tale we all deny.
I want you to see it.
