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Author Diary | July 2nd 2022

Hello Everyone!
   
    I hope everyone is doing well in the interesting times we live in. There's no story in this; just me talking.
    I was never one to keep a diary or journal, though my parents did buy me one once upon a time when I was a kid. It was blue, and had an itty-bitty padlock. I never wrote in it. I don't even know why I had it, or why it was bought for me. For a long time, I think the idea of recording my own thoughts for myself was an odd one, but commonly enough seen on shows like Doug on Nickelodeon back in the day.

So why am I doing it here? Fuck if I now, I guess I just feel like it? Do I need a reason? I don't know anymore, man.

As far as what I am actually doing, I am working on a few projects. The investigation pieces have been fun, just thinking about presenting information outside of traditional storytelling. Not focusing on how it flows, but what the information is actually presenting. I don't know if, or how, it'll go or if it is received well, but I accept that it might be more for me than anyone else. I don't think that is a bad thing. That said, I also have some other story ideas for Tales of Port Astor that I might pursue which will be more conventionally presented.

Wrapping up Harah's arc also was a interesting story, but I kind of want to do more in that setting-- I think I can do a few more things with some of the ideas.

Speaking of ideas, I might put up a few more traditional fantasy content, but I am not sure how I want to approach it. I'd be interested if anyone has any ideas! To that end, feel free to comment here, or send me an email via the contact page! 

I guess one reason I wanted to type this up was to say thank you to everyone who has read the stories and articles. At the time of writing this, most of you are folks who know me personally, but the fact you took the time to read this means the world to me. I won't put too fine a point on it, but thank you. After years of writing privately, it has been wonderful writing and sharing with others in a more public way.

Take care out there, and don't give up skeleton.

Thank You & Very Respectfully,

Zachariah


PS: As a confession, I didn't write up the entirety of that contract for the Investigation piece-- it was based off a fan-made supplement for D&D-- link below. That person has some other fun bits and projects, so I recommend checking them out if you are so inclined!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wmCHSse_Sdl9A9kD0qdruRC74PKctF_zaB2MvNT7TdY/edit#

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