AUTHOR UPDATE:
I just wanted to write a short peice to clarify the sort of situation it has been. As I have been really down lately (good reasons to be).
Writing is my mental health space, I come here to improve my dyslexia but also just continue the creative voice that I can't express else where.
Well, Had wrote in some the author notes at the end of chapters about some harmless things.
Yes I have a full time retail job. This is a side hobby. I dont earn any income doing this writing.
My real life inspiration is from mix of things I read, expereince or in this example owned. As a animal lover, I love gushing over my fluff babies.
Bringing me to my recent depression spike.
Not only did I loose my sweet Morpheus, a black tubby cat whom always wanted cuddles and sleeps in strange places in odd poses.
A few days after, my mischievous Loki. A very pretty fluffy cloud of chaos. He was always tearing up the place for attention and always waiting for me at home. He also pass away.
My greif had me not come into work. And even when I had returned, I haven't felt myself.
Which feels a little ironic, knowing the creatures created from my stories.
The shadows of the damned as souls with unfinished business. To undertakers are beings that been tangled in time complications.
Yes, most of the behaviors of the creatures are directly based on my years of handling dogs, cats and other exotic animals. From corn snakes to chameleons. I have helped rescue animals; know their nervous behaviors. Being an ex-Floridian has to account for the crazy things I know are dangerous.
But getting back to my point. The greif as taken this story off track for me. I had a clear plan. Notes on each chapters. Some chapters already finished in hand written notebooks. But my head is in a mess.
I am trying to live with the cost of love. The cost of pain of loosing my babies. It will take me time.
Grief is an old friend. I lost a lot of important people around me these past few years. I guess it has finally just hit me hard enough to struggle.
On a happier note, I am surrounded by support and love. I will continue figuring it all out. There is light in the end of this dark tunnel. I am going to be ok.
As I keep telling anyone that askes me if I am ok.
I am just riding life; with all the ups, the downs and betweens. I will continue being there in the between things.