The End of 2024
Today is a new day in a new year. Two thousand and twenty-five of the Common Era. Sure to be a year of big changes, though few of them as were even imagined fifty years ago. By 1975, the views of the future being like the Jetsons, a show set in 2004, had fallen away. The 80s saw a small resurgence in what the 2000s might look like. Blade Runner was set in 2019. Back to the Future 2 partially took place in 2015. But even with electric cars running around, 2025 looks…the same. No flying cars, no holographic 3D movies (though we might be thankful for that one), something called a hoverboard that doesn’t really hover, no factory built people. Curiously, the thing Back to the Future got right is the Nostalgia Industry that’s built up.
But, the world just feels the same as it has. That’s what it feels like 2025 will be for me. The same as it’s been the last four years before. I’ll be turning 40 in the summer and…I don’t feel like that’s coming. In a lot of ways, I still feel like a stupid, wayward 20-year old trying to figure out what the fuck to do with myself and my life. There are differences but some of them feel so similar that it seems only aesthetic. There are actual differences though. Things are just still difficult and hard and likely to get harder soon. But, this isn’t about the future, it’s about the past year.
I started 2024 with a burst of power. December 2023 saw me have my big realization after finishing Hbomberguy’s Plagiarism video. I felt renewed, I felt excited. I started The Secrets of Bloodhenge in earnest and moved forward into full production. I thought I would have this book ready to put out in 2025 for sure. But it was not to be. My mental health did an about face for a few months between March and June due to some things going on in my personal life. Then I rolled into July and had to junk the van and we had to figure out how to buy a new car. It took a major toll on my partner, who was already at the edge of burnout. The whole experience seems to have pushed them over that edge, bringing changes to their mental health that are still a struggle to deal with. Things that effect me in material ways. And that’s not even touching some of the struggles I continue to deal with with my own physical and mental health.
Truth is, sometimes I still think about giving up on the whole pro writer thing. I stay exhausted so much and I don’t know how to fix it anymore. But I can’t really. I need the money that comes from Patreon too badly. Book sales barely factor into my budget, to be honest. I’m stuck in a rut at the moment. I know where I’m going in the the book, I know where I need to go, I’ve taken notes on things I need to change in the next draft, but the energy to work is missing. And yet, both for my career and finances, I need to finish this book to the best of my ability and for it to have a successful crowdfunding campaign. Ouroboros of suck. It’s a little easier to focus on making art than it was before but…
But, I’ve got my local community, I’ve got my online community, my writer friends. I can do this. I think it’s just going to have to be slower than I want. Especially slower than Amazon wants. But hey, in good news, I’m starting treatment for the neuropathy in my feet and by all accounts, I should start seeing relief in the near future and by the end, be nearly pain free! That should help immensely in a lot of ways as chronic pain is a black hole, even when it’s only just minor pain. Dealing with it all day, every day, but especially when I’m trying to sleep is hell. So the end of 2024 isn’t all bad.
So where am I going from here? The major things, especially with turning 40 this year, is a major focus on my physical health. I won’t bore you with specific goals but I’m a little desperate to fix a few things and nail some goals and I think that’s going to have to be my major priority going forward. All of that should help with what matters to my readers, though.
The big one: finish The Secrets of Bloodhenge. Finishing the first draft is the hardest part. Everything after that gets progressively easier to deal with (even when it’s not actually easy). I wish I could say I was halfway done with it but at 32K words, I think, the way it’s shaping up, I might only be a third done. I still think this is gonna end up bigger than the last two Grimluk books. I wonder if it’ll make me finally hit 100K in a completed work. We shall see.
And speaking of Grimluk: I want to finish pre-production for Grimluk 5. I’m roughly halfway done. I realized at some point in the middle of 2024 that my “story summaries” are actually just rough drafts. They’re too long to be anything else and I use them too extensively to help form what goes into the first draft and the rough draft for this one (which has a title) is somewhere in what I think is the middle of the book. Admittedly, and I think I’ve said this already, I’ve had a lot of Grimluk 5 bouncing around my head since I started working on Demon Haunted. I’ll get there. It’s just a lot of working learning about a whole new world, with so many vast new shiny bits to play with. Grimluk is relatively consistent now. I’ll get there.
And to help me get there? I need to read again. I want to read again. I miss it. It helps fill up the creative juices, too. Which is why I’m sharing it. I’ve basically only read comic books for the past two or three years, with the occasional novel sprinkled in. In 2023, I finished the year reading A Princess of Mars. This year, I’ve only read He-Man comics as a means of inspiration and I stopped doing that in June so I’ve read 7 of my 12 for Goodreads yearly challenge. I need words. What does that mean? Am I going to just start devouring books again despite my brain’s apparent refusal to do so? No. No, I need to make this goal something small and achievable. The goal is just to read at least 30 minutes a day. Whether short or long form, just 30 minutes. If it takes me a few days to read 10 thousand words, then so be it. That’s the goal.
And finally, I need to embrace just writing for fun. Drabbles, flash fics, random scenes, whatever. Visual artists sketch, I bet sculptors will just play with clay sometimes (or whatever other media they might use), and since I’ve chosen to be a wordsmith, I feel like I need to dedicate myself to that more and the best way to do it is to actually set aside time to just do shit for myself. Or use time I’d otherwise be on tiktok or instagram to make some words. Doesn’t hurt that the US has officially banned Tiktok for spreading support for Palestine privacy issues, and will be shutting down US servers in the near future but hey, I’m an artist, right?
So that’s where I’ve been in 2024 and that’s where I hope to go in 2025. I want to tell you, if you’ve been following me for a while, if you’re a paying patron or just like to keep tabs on me, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. I hope you’ll keep stickin with me. I hope your year was a good one. I hope the following year will be just as good, if not better. Take care of yourselves and remember to always be excellent to each other.