You are a sight for these tired eyes.

Where have I been all these long months?   Why did I leave you alone in the darkness and horror of this world?

Well, let me tell you something. You were never far from my mind while I wandered in the vast wastes of the Bad Land. There wasn’t’ a day that passed me by that I didn’t have each of you come to my mind. So long was my wandering that I couldn’t tell the reality from the mirage. The serpent for the angel. Holy God from the Devil himself.

Believe me, he is out there in the wastes. For I have seen him with my own eyes and he has seen me. There can be no unknowing of the things I saw. No way to wipe them from my mind.  Like the blood soaked stones of the Cathedral, those images will never leave me.

What is the Bad Land you ask? Where are they?

If I could only sum it up neatly for you. Put it down as a warning to others not to go looking for the adventure that tugs at their heart, for it is a temptation from the evil one. A lure into a trap from which it is almost certain that you shall not return.

You still want to know? God be with you child. That’s all I can say for that.

How can I describe the darkness that lives inside of us all? How can I tell you about the creatures that lurk in the Salt Flats that surrounds the town of God’s Prairie, holding it hostage from the world outside? What could possibly do justice in the telling of the unrelenting judgement brought down on the townspeople by those that would lead them to their eternal salvation or their cursed damnation?

What of the small child beaten down by the ash rod for a loaf?

The crack of gunfire which echos off the far canyon walls like thunder. Burning powder mingled with the scent of ozone?

All of these things are of the Bad Land and I could not do this telling  justice simply by writing it all down for you in black and white.  And red.

Do not misjudge me, I do not mean to say that you will not hear the telling of my tale. It is a certainty.

For those who seek out the Bad Land will find it, and the Bad Land will find them.

You will have your fill of the written word, but you shall also hear the sounds of this condemned town, and the lament of it’s residents.

You will come to know them, and may find a bit of yourself in them. You may find that a bit of yourself resides in the Bad Land. If you do, don’t blame me for the tellin, for you came asking. Begging for it in the end.

You have been warned.

I started the new year with big plans, increased writing, a new podcast (my first in two years), new production work for a person respect and consider a friend, a revival of an audio drama I walked away from two years ago, and many more things.

Crazy, right?

Anyone would think that all of these creative outlets,coupled with a full time job and a family might be the cause of my anxiety but they would be wrong. After rubbing the cat fur from my eyes, I realized that while all of these things could be stressful, they were all things that I enjoy (not so much the full time especially after this week) and were stress releases for me.

I was raised to be a person who always tries to help others. I say ‘yes’ a lot at work, and online. My epiphany is that I cannot say yes to everything and everyone. A lot of people might be scratching their heads at this and saying “duh, took you long enough” but while I’ve always known this, I haven’t always practiced what I preach to others.

What does this mean for my creative outlets and work I’ve already committed to?  Nothing. What it does mean is that the shop is closed until further notice to any new projects and new requests. I’m hoping that this will provide a much more stable creative environment for me and more consistent content for you.

I’ve lost two years in my search for creativity. I’ve done a lot, and I’ve created a lot more, and I want to be able to start sharing these things with you. Oh twelve is the year for that.

Let’s take a little walk down the hallway a little ways, to the room on the left. You’ll know it when you see it. It’s the one with the heavy red curtains, and the lack of any light.

Daphne’s family belongs to a special group. They keep different hours but they still try to make the world a better place for their children. In that way they’re just like you and me. In other ways, they’re like no one you’ve ever seen.

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Man’s best friend has long been used as the subject for conditioning experiments.
What of man? Has mankind been so conditioned as to not recognize the imminent
threat from his best friend?

Man’s best friend is his worst enemy.

Woof

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