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Author Diary | September 27th 2025

 Hey Everyone,


Summer is dead, long live Autumn.


I'm writing this the same day I am putting it up, and what a couple of weeks it has been! I spent last weekend entirely at the Lovecraft Film Fest here in Portland, and had a blast. Between all of the amazing shorts, features, panels, and readings, I always feel like I walk away understanding just a little more about the stuff I love to make just a bit more. I also did my local community organizing project last night (time of writing, last night), and as someone who has as many problems with going out and talking to people, I am always so grateful that the people who attend bring a good energy and willingness to engage. 


Moving onto business... October is soon upon us! I have this year's mini-series locked-and-loaded, and I am excited to share it with y'all! The first part will drop 10/11, and the subsequent pieces with drop weekly until the finale on 10/25. I hope that the more experimental ideas do it for folks. I often feel like I need to make weirder stuff from time to time, as I don't want to become too formulaic. It's good to experiment.


As another matter of business, my close friend and illustrator, Charlena Kea, recently launched a ko-fi campaign! Give her money. If you loved the cover of Tales from Port Astor when it came out last year, then y'all are going to love the work she has been doing on the next cover. Oh. Have I announced that I am well into production of Book 2? I guess I just did. Surprise! There will be more news when there is news to share, but keep an eye out! 



Anyway, take care of yourselves and be good to one another.


Thank You & Very Respectfully,


Zachariah O

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