Okay, so I obviously am not a big blogger. It's been nearly a year since the last post, and this may be the last one I ever write. Who knows?
The same can be said for when the film adaptation of Harvest will be released. Last I heard, Genome Films was in talks with a distribution company, but that was months ago.
Books...? The second installment of the Twisted Tales series, a novella known as Snow, was supposed to be on store shelves last Halloween. Fact of the matter is, however, I missed the deadline. Hell, here it is the following April and the manuscript still isn't done. I've been working on some other projects off-and-on in the meantime but, since I've gone back to teaching, it's been difficult to get in the right headspace to write. By the time I get home, after working with students all day, I'm wiped out. So, when the weekend rolls around, all I want to do is rest. Not an excuse, mind you, but the reality of the situation.
Since I returned to teaching, I'm also in poor health most of the time. I used to get sick and get over the shit in a few days. Now that I'm older, however, shit holds on for weeks - even months. And, by the time I do get over something, I've been exposed to something else... The Cycle of Shit.
Mental health... Here we go. For those of you who don't know, I'm autistic. It's something that I've always known, and always had to deal with in one way or another. Over the last few years, however, I've really begun to face it head-on and come to terms with the condition. For most of my life, it's been something I've been ashamed of - something I've tried to hide. It's been a topic I'd avoid, and would be pissed off if the subject was brought up as if it were an insult. Now I volunteer the information, in appropriate conversation, because it is part of who I am. In a way, I've even come to view autism as sort of a gift as it lends an unique perspective which has been beneficial with my visual arts and writing.