As an author, especially in this market, nothing is worse than not publishing anything for years. And, right after Kiss Me, I’m Undead was released, my health started on a downward spiral.

Sometimes I talked about it. Most of the time, I didn’t. And I promised books I couldn’t produce because I was never in the mindset. Ultimately, I was admitted to the hospital in 2022 with paralysis in my legs and, worst of all, my hands. And spent the entire holiday season that way.

I’ve been hiding more and more, hating myself and my halted rehabilitation progress. Wishing that even the people that were right there when it occurred, could understand that I can’t just “get over it.” I either focus on recovering or writing. I haven’t been able to do both at the same time.

Talking it over in a horror Discord server of all places, I realized that 14 days from today is the 2nd anniversary of taking my first steps. They misdiagnosed me. Said it’d only be 30 days, then 3mos…6…12… Plus ignored obvious cognitive decline, but that’s a story for another day. Last month, a university hospital specialist told me my nerves have recovered as much as they will, and all I can do is try to strengthen muscles for support.

After all of it, I’m still here, dammit! ☠️🖕🏾

So, as a means of catharsis, and a promise that the FOUR BOOKS in various stages of writing and editing are coming -seriously- I combed through Google Photos to make this highlight of literally the only pics and videos I took in 3 entire months of hospitalization because I was too scared to be that vulnerable.