Where the hell did Tobin go?

Yeah, it's been quiet on the blog lately. Sorry about that.

Shit's been going on.

And, not good shit.

Much of the shit, I can't talk about, as it's personal, and it's not my shit to talk about. But still, it affected me deeply and kind of shut me down for a bit. It's still having an effect on me, but hey, life stops for no one, right? Sooner or later, we have to get back up and get going again.

And no, this is not me looking for sympathy. Not even a little bit. Everyone has their stuff. Sometimes things are okay, sometimes things aren't. Sometimes things are fantastic, and sometimes... yeah, sometimes things are shitty.

But man, these past few weeks? Health issues. Death. Relationship issues. Business issues. Job issues. Financial issues. Publisher issues.

Issues.

Lately, things have been shitty.

But!

The good news is, I still managed to do some solid writing, and I've got a couple of killer short stories to show for it. Progress is being made both on the next co-authored novel with Robert Edgar Walton, as well as on my solo novel. And I was asked to contribute to a still very much theoretical—but still very exciting—anthology, and the story idea I have? Gotta say, I've rarely been this excited to get it down. I'm very pumped about this one, and I know the entire thing from beginning to end, absolutely no guesswork at all.

On top of that, we are now a month away from dReadCon 2025, which is exciting, and between REW and myself, there's a bunch of other irons in the fire that I'm hoping we will be able to talk more about shortly.

So, hang tight.

Shit's getting better.

More shit to come. Good shit.

The Good Shit