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Author Diary | August 13th

 Hey Folks!


I hope that we are all having a good wind down in these late Summer days-- the season is nearly over, and we can soon get back to livable weather!


I'm currently working on some projects that will be eventually posted up here, but am not sure when. I have amazed myself with begin able to post a new short story or article every week for like four months, but Jesus Christ, is that hard. So, I might take a bit of a break to work on some new stuff, and maybe just dick around for a while. Not forever, but maybe a couple weeks.


I just want to say that I have greatly appreciated everyone that has come by and taken a look! The fact that anyone actually takes interest never ceases to boggle my mind in the best way.


TL;DR-- New stuff on the way, but maybe in a couple weeks while I recharge.


Stay safe, and drink water!


Thank You & Very Respectfully,


Zachariah

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