As some of you long-time readers and commenters may've sussed out by now, I don't generally like to talk about myself. I'm a fairly private person, just in general, and on top of that, I prefer to let my work speak for itself. There's a literary term for it. "Death of the Author," is what they call it.
But that's just a figure of speech. I'm not actually dead; I swear. Not yet, anyway.
However, I did suffer an injury. Nothing life-threatening, but I do feel like I should tell you guys about it, since you're obviously feeling the effects of it.
I sprained both of my wrists. Wasn't able to use my hands for a while. It was pretty awful. In fact, I'm just gonna sit here for a minute and let you think about how awful it was.
Oh, well, who cares. I'm better now. For the most part. I mean, you can still feel bad for me, if you want. In spirit, I'm definitely still a tiny baby bird with a broken wing and tears in its eyes, and I totally deserve your sympathy.
Actually, though, I've been feeling better for a few days now, and I decided to hold off on posting this. Because, well. As you might imagine, I've had a lot of time to think. I'm a changed man, in other words. Not really, but sort of. You see, going that long without writing is just unacceptable to my brain. So I've been "writing," but only in my head. Just haven't been able to put text to page. Until a few days ago. And now I have a sizable backlog to work with. Which is nice.
So here's what I'm gonna do. The Zombie Knight will resume updating two days from now, on July 1st, 2016. Start of a new month. Just seems fitting.
Oh, and I know you guys've left a lot of comments. I'll try 'n sift through 'em now, BUT DON'T FEEL BAD IF I DON'T RESPOND, DAMMIT. THERE ARE A LOT OF THEM, OKAY? AND I'M DEFINITELY BUSY WRITING AND NOT SITTING ON MY ASS, EATING CHEETOS. DEFINITELY.