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Author Diary | January 6th 2024

 Hello everyone,


Happy New Year! Here's hoping that 2024 is gentle upon us all, and the relevant gods have mercy upon our souls.


Some programming notes I wanted to share with you all; starting next Saturday, the next module on Naxos will begin dropping-- this time covering the geography of the islands! I'm hoping to have a map done that will help picture this country that we are becoming so familiar with! That'll be done, as soon as I find the will to live find the time to finish making the thing.


Another thing I wanted to announce is that I am going to start a non-fiction project in earnest! Starting at some point this month, and dropping monthly until the end of the year; The Many Saints of Portland! This examination series will focus on important persons who either were founders of my hometown, or those who left an indelible mark upon it. Look for that over the next few weeks!


For those worried about short story content; one of the reasons I am working on the above two projects is to help me have more time to sit down and dream up some new morbid material (it really does work, I swear to god).


As always, feel free to continue reaching out in the comment sections or to our email, which you can find on the contact page!



Thank You & Very Respectfully,


Zachariah O

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