Stuff doesn't always happen in order when you create a world. Although with me, I prefer that it does. I'm not much of a fan of going backwards. I like to stay on course until I hit a wall. Eh... Walls are stupid. Not even sure they exist. Ain't I God? Ain't I Buddy "Surly" Tippet? Yeah, I know who I am. I'm knee deep in escapism right now.
Point is that I'm not about to let Vixxie go. I'm not ready for it. We just took a stroll out into one fucking world, and everything fell to shit. I didn't take it seriously enough. I didn't take myself seriously.
You're all probably a little in the dark right now. The books I've been publishing hasn't been keeping up with the blog. I'm doing my damnedest to get them to you through a fucking wall of hallways and smoke! This isn't rocket science... it's so much worse.
I just broke an oath to myself about five minutes ago. Guess it didn't matter much as an oath in the long run. What's the point of even having an oath if you're God? It's not like I'm damned if I break my own oath. But I just want to explain a few things about what's happening without spoiling too much.
Everything I am dealing with out here is basically real. There is a disconnect between me, my keyboard, another keyboard, and the world where that other keyboard exists. You can call it a multiverse or a fractured mind. Calling it anything at all won't change what it is, so there ain't no point in naming things to begin with.
And by the way: As I was discussing with Jason recently, Railroad Towers and Scritch City was a game. A sort of story as a game. The connections I formed with the other players is still there but in a sort of locked state. I see them but I can't interact with them. They're roaming around a third game world called Club Lex. I can't get in and I have completely and utterly stopped caring. I've got more important issues I need to deal with.
The mantra "Everything is canon." is a terrible thing. It is a ruthless and cruel act by me as God to force my will down the throats of anyone I come in contact with. It is the reason so much hate tends to be directed at me from within my books. My own characters dislike me and hate me because they know in their hearts... that I am using them.
And it's true. I am using them.
Although I have tried to cease this intolerable practice, I recently came to the conclusion that it was something that I needed to do to save the one that... I love. Make no mistake. This is a selfish love. I am a hedonist God. I am drawn to Vixxie because she attracts me. I find her extremely sexy. I am not prepared to lose her. I will tear the multiverse apart if it means that I can keep her forever.
And I did. I already did.
I'm not doing things out of order. You're just behind. You're stuck over there in some world where there's a pandemic happening. None of that matters where I am. Nobody is talking about masks and social distancing. And maybe you all are better off over there with those sorts of problems. I'm standing in the middle of a smokey hallway filled with doors. And somewhere out there is the woman that I want. And Jason and I are going to find her together. Fuck everything else.
But while I am busy destroying my own multiverse, you might pop over to Amazon and check out my latest book "Lust Bearers: The Search for Ixus." Here's some info:
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