In between ripping out the drywall of my website I totally forgot to plug this. I got Real Life™ published for the first time for an op-ed I wrote a few weeks ago!
In itself, this is kinda a big deal. I’ve never been mainstream published before. It’s a little bit surreal, like some sort of functional adult alien has taken over my body. But on top of that is the subject matter. Because this article details a lot of the shit I’ve been dealing with regarding being sick and having to rely on welfare the last couple of years.
I didn’t realise just how much my condition has taken over my life until I wrote it all down. And it’s not even just the health aspects, though that is, of course, still a steadily burning dumpster fire. No, it’s also the fact that when I’m not dealing with shitty symptoms, I’m dealing with shitty bureaucracy and shitty treatment from people in place to uphold it.
So yeah, that’s what this article’s about. It seems to have resonated with at least 10,775 people too. So that’s…rather depressing. But that’s a subject for another post.
For now: yay I’m published! Go read the thing!
PS: It’s under my legal name which is in the process of being changed so don’t get too attached 😎
Well, it’s that time again, folks! Time to miss a deadline and explain what asshole body part we have to blame for it!
Yes, I’ve had to put Hug Your Local Werewolf—my story of a queer boy who’s lycanthropically challenged—on pause for a little while. Fittingly, my Patrons got first-access to this explainer, but I figured all you faceless beauties on my analytics feed deserved a rundown as well.
Buckle up, kids, this gets hairy.
Eli Swann is a loner by choice, thank you very much. All that changes on Halloween night when he’s bitten by a rogue werewolf.
Suddenly he’s got a raging case of pack instincts, a shaky accord with two humans from a neighbouring pack, and no idea how he’s going to make it through the next full moon.
Oh, and the captain of the baseball team might be trying to kill him. This would sting less if Eli hadn’t had a crush on the guy since grade school.
Do you like characters who are queer? Do you also like characters who are werewolves? Have I got a serialised story for you!
Coming Soon is my first foray into serialised fiction: Hug Your Local Werewolf.
The first season is clocked in at 10 episodes, 11,000 words each, making this THE project I’ll be tackling this year. Each episode will be released for free on this here website.
“But how are you going to afford to eat, Stacey?” I hear you yelling worriedly from the nosebleeds.
That’s where you come in. I’m going to be monetizing this baby through Patreon. For those not aware of the wonder that is Patreon, it’s a platform where you can pledge cash money to creators on a monthly or per-creation basis. You then get fun behind-the-scenes access and other rewards for helping us artists, y’know, pay our rent and stuff.
My Patrons will be getting behind-the-scenes updates, first access to content when it’s published, sit-ins on some live-writing sessions, and other cool rewards. I’d love to have you with me too 🙂
I’m both terrified and excited to be bringing this project to life!
Thanks, all x
PS: This one was originally slated for release in May of 2018 but that ah… didn’t work out.
I did a thing and it is very terrifying and exciting but mostly terrifying. Here, have some facts:
For those not sure, Patreon is a site that gives people like you the ability to pledge money to people like me so that I can write self-indulgent queer shit and pay my rent at the same time. This is awesome for a number of reasons:
- I won’t end up homeless and adopting stray cats under the go-between bridge*
- You guys get to get up close and hilariously personal with my creative process which is Very Serious and Totally Not Just Me Sculling Coffee And Crying About Gay Protagonists
- I finally start writing the dozen or so ideas I have for serial fiction that have been banking up in my brain like an aneurysm waiting to happen
- Did I mention there was going to be a lot of queer shit?
So hoist yourself up onto this crazy train, my dudes! If nothing else I’m sure to be an entertaining source of schadenfreude.
*I will instead stick to old habits and drunkenly adopt them into my apartment