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Author Diary | November 11 2025

 Hey Everybody.


Happy Skyrim Anniversary Day! There's nothing major goin' on here right now. After every October and April, I like to take a little time off from worrying about updating content here. Both months are sort of my busy times with making sure I have new stuff to throw up on here, and usually involve a lot of work in the time leading up. I think I actually started working on the October series... in March? You see what I mean.


In the mean time, please feel free to plumb the depths of older content! There's plenty to see.


I'll share new stuff when I am ready to, probably closer to 2026 than not. You'll figure it out.



In the meantime, take care out there!


Thank You & Very Respectfully,


Zachariah O

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