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Author Diary April 4th, 2024

Hey Everyone,


Spring is upon on us, and Guest Writer Month is behind us! A final thank you to everyone who submitted, and I look forward to the next one! It's always exciting to know that a bunch of new eyes and brains came by to check out their friend's work, and then maybe looked at some other pieces! If you have anything you'd like to submit for next years Guest Writer Month, please feel free to reach out to me via email (rollforwriting@outlook.com). If I get enough interest and submissions, I might figure out a sooner date.


As you may now, we are now in the second anniversary month for Roll for Writing! The first written piece for the month drop this coming Saturday, but it's not the first thing to come out-- if you haven't been following this on social media, I recently also released the first Roll for Writing Presents over on the new YouTube channel, which you can go to here!


There will be new short stories every weekend for this month, and then I will be taking May off before returning in June. As I stated elsewhere, I then will be switching to a twice-a-month schedule so that I can better focus on writing material, as well as my other obligations.


On a side note, I have also done some back-end work for the blog, and have added several new pages, as well as links to my other projects such as SCPod, which I host along with my co-creator Caleb, and the previously mentioned Roll for Writing Presents.


Please poke around to see the new stuff, and hang tight for what's to come!


Thank You & Very Respectfully,


Zachariah O 

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