And just like that you're in a sandstorm!

Cue the Darude and never let it stop.

Hi my dear Patron. Do you even have any idea about that song? Gosh, I think I was watching olympic climbing and heard sandstorm in the background and it threw me back a good ten or gulp twenty years when that came out and basically took over the internet. Memes older than memes and all that. I don't like showing my age, but that song still slaps. Hard AF. If you have never heard it, get your booty on the gergler or youtube or something and put it on and set it to repeat until your entire soul is filled with flaming disco ball energy. I don't know how else to describe it. Sandstorm is pretty good. Anyway.

 I am officially back to life and fully in the proverbial chair. And in my temporary absence of course as fate would have it, I am called to duty like never before. It is nice to be wanted from time to time. Marketing is such a strange thing. I am not a marketer, but my stories on reddit used to get so many comments and likes. (Sorry this is going to be a bit of a pity party/crying about good boy good girl points, but it isn't meant to be.) Now I get like, 3 likes if I am lucky. People downvote my submissions these days. What a change of pace. But, what I am seeing instead of that, and this is the whole reason I still release completely free content instead of hoarding it all forever and dangling it behind some dirty paywall is because I am trying to create a place to gather all my work, and all the people who enjoy my work, into one place.

Way more than a like or updoot or whatever in the name of skibidi fires off the seratonin (The good chemical) for so many, I am glad to have folks join up for free and know that they have the ability to ignore these rants utterly, or maybe scan them for a lewd reference (Big titties! Bouncing! There you go.) Or who knows, even read this junk. Of course while waiting for that delicious chapter and content to drop.

 The sandstorm. The image of a sandstorm, a lone wanderer walking around in a desert, robes whipping as a funnel of sand, wind, and detritus plows right for them. That is what it feels like sometimes. But the sand doesn't burn and there is no pain. But the music, the intensity, and the thrill (you know, if you are sure it isn't going to kill you.) of being inside of it, tossed around, moving at 120%, unending, etc. That is quite a nice feeling.

 Not sure where this rant came from, but it went from nostalgic to weepy to dare I say it, kind of hopeful. Thats a decent wavelength to ride on from time to time if you ask me.

 Here is what you came for.

 I am working on a handful of things at the moment and part of that sandstorm rant is because I got quite busy after coming off of my gentle vacance. This is the way. So if there is a bit of variation in my 'precious' releases, I hope that you enjoy them.

 Please have a wonderful week and don't push yourself too hard. We are approaching the beginning of changing seasons and that takes a toll on a human more than that modern person would realize.

 Ta ta~

~Michelle