My humblest of apologies…

Today’s story may well be my last.

Not for lack of prompts. I have lots of prompts.

Not for lack of sales. I would do this even if my own mother never purchased a story.

It’s nothing you did or omitted. I promise.

It’s this fucking wrist. I did some damage to myself [NEVER SLEEP WITH ELASTIC ‘SOCK’ BRACER/BANDAGES ON, KIDDIES!] and I need to take a break from writing.

If you need me, I shall be going quietly insane because writing fucking hurts and I can’t not write.

You can help by paying money for my books. Yay.

O… someone give me some good fucking news, today. I need it.

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Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuu…

My car needs new tyres. This is going to set me back quite a bit.

I *was* saving up for my fanbot cosplay…

Sigh.

Buy my books. Help me be a robot. Beep boop.