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Author Diary 4/5/2025

 Hey Everyone,


Welp, it's been three years since I started this whole mess! It's been a weird thing for me to think about-- I have been doing Roll for Writing longer than I have had any one specific job, or anything else for that matter. And I think it is telling that I... don't even feel like it has been more than a few months since I started sharing my work publicly like this.


My main reason for starting this in the first place was that I really get platformed elsewhere. So, I made my own. And I consider myself fortunate that not only have I been able to keep up with it, but the good reception of it all, and it really letting me feel like I could do the next step and release an actual published book, which I did for the first time last October, and that item can be found under the Published Work tab at the top of the site.


And, for this, I just want to say an honest thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read these hare-brained stories and taken the time to talk to me about the things here; it's amazing.


So, for the annual birthday of this nonsense, we have some new pieces! In no particular order;


• On 4/12, a stand-alone piece titled "What We Are" will be released.

• On 4/19, I will either be streaming Spooky's Jumpscare Manor to completion, or if I can't get that to work, Fallout New Vegas with a randomizer mod to the end of the main quest-- not a Speedrun, but a "As Fast As I Can" run. This will be happening over on my seldom-used gaming channel, Roll for Writing Gaming.

• On 4/26, a return to Port Astor radio with "Whispers 8", which might prove to be a busy evening...



Anyway.

Take care out there, and be good to each other.



Thank You & Very Respectfully,

Zachariah O

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