I am sure you have heard by now about last months last minute pull of the Ilyan Novella. It was a traumatic thing to be sure, and something that I am still not proud of – how could I be?
The sense of failure and shame, however, does not seem to be getting any better.
I had to cancel another release this month.
This time is was Through Glass #4 – The Light.
While this one doesn’t seem to have been quite so painful and traumatic (I caught it before copies went out, for one). It was still felt deeply.
Another little bit of failure.
It’s a hard thing to face, if I am honest. I don’t often fail at things, but it seems to be all I have been able to do lately.
Of course, it is probably because of the hard reality of my life. For so long everything felt completely out of my control, and I wasn’t able to find the time to write.
The story got stuck in my head.
I wish I could make room for everything. But there are only so many hours in a day, so many spoons I can expend, and only one chance for something that is essentially more important.
But enough with the strangely ambiguous explanation…
For now, know that I am writing, that I am actually able to. Stories are coming and they will be beautiful.
Don’t give up on me yet.
Because I sure as hell haven’t given up on myself.
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
