"So, what's going on?" (Update Post & List) (Patreon)
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Gosh, this has been a long time coming, hasn't it?
As I'm sure many of you are at this point aware, things haven't been going great here. Things haven't been going great for me much at all, lately. Because of that, I'd like to apologize to all of you for the things I've done and the things I have failed to do.
I don't even really know what to say, and it feels artificial to prepare, like, an "apology" post, like I'm reading it from a teleprompter, so I'm just going to try and vomit what I'm thinking into this box, and hopefully it comes out as coherent.
For a long time, I couldn't even bear to look at the comments that people were leaving on my """story""" posts, because I wanted to somehow try and convince myself that this was all going to change, that I was going to suddenly, inexplicably rally, that I was going to become the coked-out fifteen-thousand-words-in-one-day Stephen King monster that I felt like I had the potential to be. I was going to write everything I'd promised, post it all in one big "SURPRISE, FUCKERS!!" update, and everything would be fine. I don't know what delusions I was operating under, but this didn't end up happening the four or five times I swore to myself it would.
Today, I finally sat down and read over the comments and the feedback I've gotten. I haven't looked at any exit surveys from the people who decided they were fed up with the fucking Peter Molyneux of monster girl fiction, a title I have earned thrice over at this point. I can't imagine that the sentiment expressed there is too different, though.
The way I've acted has been offensively unprofessional, and for that, I'd like to apologize. I have failed to communicate basically in any capacity. People have expressed understanding that life can get Real Shitty, and have offered sympathy, and that is incredibly kind of them. That also does not change the fact that I did not say a single thing about life getting Real Shitty and how it would (not "could," would. Did, in fact) affect things. I don't know why I didn't say anything. I guess I just wanted to pretend everything was fine, even when it wasn't, and the result ended up being exponentially worse.
Part of being professional, I'm finding out, is making an update post that doesn't have any good news. I don't have a secret trove of Incredible, Sexy Fiction to post here. I don't have a timeframe, I just have a list of stories that have yet to be written, and an earnest sentiment that I want to be the author that you all want me to be. I'd call it a promise, but at this point, I don't think a promise from me would mean too much.
As of right now, the following stories are currently in my "to do" pile:
- Sweet Dreams (Ch. 2 & 3)
- They Love ( Ch. 1 & 2)
- By The Horns
- Daydreams (Ch. 1 & 2)
- The Tome of the Wilds (Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4)
- Cat's Meow
- Click Here!
how there are any of you still here and willing to go "no but maybe he'll finally deliver" after radio silence for nearly a full six months and thirteen fucking unfinished chapters is fucking beyond me, christ almighty
This is, frankly, a lot. This is a lot, and I can't promise I'll have it done by any specific deadline. You guys deserve that, but I cannot in good faith make any sort of assurance that it'll be done in (X) amount of time.
That being said, I want to do this. This will be hard work, and it will be the sort of thing that I have to chip away at, but it is something I want to chip away at.
I wish I had more things that I could tell you with certainty, but I don't, and I can't. I've made a lot of promises to you in the past and broken a lot of promises to you in the past. I'm going to try my best to be better. I'm probably going to fuck up again. But I hope that this little update of "Hey, Carol, could you please explain what the fuck you've been doing?" demonstrates that I don't want to just keep running away from people who have proven time and time again that they are willing to support me as I try to write things worth reading.
As always, thank you, thank you, thank you for your patience and for your support. It means more to me than you could ever know, and even when it comes in the form of "Hey, I love your writing and I want to see more of it, but the way you're acting fucking sucks," it is so, so encouraging to know that someone is saying it because they want to see me succeed, not fail.