To address the topic line: my birthday is this month. On the 20th, in fact. I will be the completely ambiguous age of thirty-one. To be honest, I had to think about that. Once you get past about twenty-five, the point of counting your age seems pointless and redundant. It's almost like you want to decorate your cake with the words, "Happy Birthday! Another One!"
But I digress. Me and birthdays don't get along. As far back as I can remember, I've always been cursed with bad birthdays. Sometimes just small problems (people not being able to show up to any kind of event, car breaking down, being exceedingly ill, etc), but every now and then I have those personal tragedies that everyone gets from time to time. One year, I found out my Gramma had Parkinson's disease. The next year, my mother forgot when I was born. a couple years late, my grandfather died the very night before (it was 2 hours before midnight on the 19th. Suffice it to say, I didn't feel much like celebrating).
I've had friends that attempt to improve my birthdays, and sometimes, every great while, it even works. But even when they succeed, it feels almost cheap, somehow. I don't know. Perhaps I don't do birthdays correctly.
The only reason I bring any of this up is that I want to do something for my birthday–something involving my work and my literature. So, for the rest of the month, I'm going to be having a sale on my work through this website. Any of my literature (and this includes the wonderful art-piece/short story combination) on the website will be discounted 31%. This discount will start now and end on January 6th, at 11:59pm (pacific time-zone, mind you), which is, I believe, 31 days from now.
It seemed to fit. Just enter the code "Birthday2016" without the quotes during checkout.
Now that's out of the way, I also wanted to mention that I'm currently putting the finishing touches on a new short story that will be available for free as soon as it's finished. It's holiday-themed... kind of. Sort of.
Okay, so there's some blood. And a wolf. Also a sacrifice takes place.
Like I said, holiday themed.
Progress continues on both my super-secret project (you'll love it) and on Moribund. I'm currently in editing for it, which means that I've read it so much at this point that I hate it, but I also love it. It's like having an adorable puppy that won't stop shitting in your shoes. It'll still be cute later on, but right now, something is squishing between my toes...
Right, that's all I have for you for the moment.
Until next time.
~Sean Walter