Quick update: Life has handed me an unexpected side quest—turns out I’ve got some rogue breast nodules setting up camp in my chest and armpit like they pay rent. (Spoiler: They don’t.)
So now I’m in the "joyful" process of hospital queues, scans, and trying not to fall down the "Dr. Google Symptom Rabbit Hole of Doom." (We’ve all been there. Why does the internet always suggest the worst possible scenario? "Headache?" BRAIN TUMOR. "Stubbed toe?" AMPUTATION IMMINENT.)
Am I low-key convinced this is cosmic payback for all the spicy R18 brain cells I’ve sacrificed to craft the male lead novel’s questionable kinks? (...Look, if writing about these weird fetishes is a crime, then I plead guilty—but it was for ART. And your entertainment. Mostly art. Okay, fine, it was for the plot. 😂)
But fear not, my chaos readers! I’m too stubborn to let a bunch of lumpy freelancers derail me. The main story and two side stories will be finished—for free, because you’re all worth it. Updates might be slower or Chapters a tad shorter while I deal with Operation Evict the Suspicious Tenants, but I’ll be back with a vengeance.
In the meantime, send me good vibes, funny memes, or pictures of cats judging life choices. (Bonus points if the cat looks as done as I feel.) Love you all!