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Blood Money Update (February 2020) Finding a New Illustrator for Projects

1/30/2020

 
This is not my character. 

While Cynthia Hlady is taking a long vacation from penning illustrations for school, I couldn't wait to find other talent for Blood Money. So I hunted down the talents of Ana Lamas. 

She is very good, but doesn't have the rapport that Cynthia and I have. Still, Ana is a joy to work with and still very talented...

But...

​This is not Makayla. 
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What you see above is a wonderful character, but she's not the main character for Blood Money.

​Here, let me show you something...

​LOOK CLOSELY

The Devil's Dagger (Pyromage)

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The Silent Road

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The King's Thief

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Handle with Care

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At first glance Makayla doesn't look all that different from Liam, Kai, Jake, Dan, and the others. But if you look closely, you'll see it in the eyes. The eyes express more emotion than any facial expression. 

Ana is very talented. She's got something really great. And what she illustrated is a beautiful character, but where it falls short is emotion. It's easy to express emotion within facial expressions. Tilt the head, tighten the lips, adjust the pose. But a person and characters soul is expressed  in the eyes.

They are also an extension of yes.

So...

I'm on the hunt. 

What that means exactly might be that I ask Ana to try again. Or I may wait until Cynthia gets back. Or I may try again with another illustrator. I'll keep you posted. 

For now, I have another excerpt for you!

Excerpt from BLOOD MONEY

© 2019 S.N.McKibben
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted, with the exception of a reviewer who may quote passages in a review, without written prior permission from the publisher.

PLEASE NOTE, THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT. SPELLING, PUNCTUATION AND GRAMMAR ERRORS WILL BE CORRECTED BY A PROFESSIONAL EDITOR WHEN THE FINAL VERSION IS PUBLISHED.

THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE THE FINAL VERSION IN THE BOOK.

all characters, places and setting are from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental. 

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Yellow eyes followed me as I walked near the edge of festive college students all pretending to be something they weren’t. For the fifth time I faced my friend, Lilly. But I didn’t look at her. No, my eyes traveled back to my faded blue Honda sitting in the parking lot of yet another rave.

“You won’t find any answers in your car.” Lilly’s topaz eyes sparkle in mischief.

“They’re all insane.” I glanced back to the throng of people and pulled the delicate silk scarf around my neck higher.

“Maybe.” She stepped forward, looking into the crowd. “But your appointment is waiting for you.”

Lilly knew just enough about me and my mission to hopefully point me in the right direction. Or rather, a person in the right direction. While this “appointment” Lilly said was a long shot, for my mother’s sake, I had to try.

The celebration was an invite only party. Lucky me, my friend secured the whereabouts, and everyone was tight lipped about what went on here. Not that anyone was doing anything illegal. Well, except for drugs maybe, but if anyone besides their inner circle knew what went down, it was likely the police would show up. If my vanilla mocha drinking butt got put in the slammer… well, I’d heard women inmates were hard core. I shuttered, not at the company behind bars, but because it reminded me too much of my past.

But the drugs weren’t the unusual part of this rave.

The same pair of cat-like eyes staring at me from inside the edge of partygoers tilted, daring me to enter the fray. The man attached to those eyes was a blond, tall, gorgeous pretender.

He wasn’t the only one wishing to be somebody else. Something else.

A sea of black lace, gothic motif and a range of contacts from color enhancing to pupil altering relaxed my nerves. The monsters I dealt with did everything within their power to fit in. These people were doing anything to look like vampires. If only they knew the reality.
Mr. Gorgeous Pretender smiled and flashed a pair of porcelain canines far longer than any humans.

“Dear lord, is that Diego Sanderson?” I whispered over my shoulder to Lilly.

But she was gone.

Typical. She always left the fun part to me.

“What’s your name?” Mr. Gorgeous loomed over me. He held an air of superiority in a black suit that could make a girl swoon. But he reminded me too much of the monsters that drained my kind dry over and over. His vertical slit iris contacts were too spot-on, his needle thin canines too life-like, and he spoke without a lisp that real people with removable teeth could not imitate without practice. Lots and lots of practice.

He stared at me, waiting for an answer, bemusement curving his lips.

Catatonic helplessness rooted me to the spot. I looked everywhere—anywhere else. I tried shaking off the terror, assuring myself with the blade under the ankle of my jeans, and reasoning with all I knew about real vampires. His skin was too rosy to be undead. If I could reach out and touch him, I bet I’d find warmth. His pupils didn’t dilate. But there was so much he had right. The motions, the look, the insufferable confidence. Everything was too coincidental for him not to have at least seen an eternal damned.

Mr. Gorgeous’ near likeness threw me off and made me revert to an eight-year-old child. Alone. Afraid. And running from monsters with nothing more than an antique blade. The heirloom was longer than a knife and shorter than a sword, but it was all I had left of a world I’d left behind along with my mother.

His smile faded and a film of concern clouded his face. Then he blinked and wrapped his hand in mine. Mr. Gorgeous radiated heat. “Hey,” he said. “Are you all right?”

A true vampire could imitate life, but his human reaction made me feel better all the same. I broke out of my fright and started breathing again. “Fine. I’m fine.”

He smiled with his sharp teeth once more in impish delight. “You seem new to the scene.”

“And you seem to have joined it because you like to scare the crap out of people.” I flashed an angry look his way.

“Guilty.” Mr. Gorgeous laughed and pulled back. “I do like watching people’s reactions. But I like frightening beautiful, young ladies the most.” He held out his hand. “Thomas.”

A wave of relief let the last of my tension go. He wasn’t the man I was supposed to meet. “Makayla.” I shook his hand.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

Oh, a charmer. “Thank you.” I started looking around. Diego, the person I’d made an appointment with, said he’d be wearing a suit. Which was why I thought Thomas was my buyer. If he had been, I might have declined.

“What brings you here, Makayla?” He purred my name.

“I’m meeting someone.” Within the ocean of vampire goth’s, I hoped Diego would wear something other than black.

“How much for an ounce?” He eyed my neck.

I pulled back and faced Thomas. “How do you know I’m not meeting a friend?”

He raised a hand and tickled the ends of my neck scarf. “You’re not the only donor who wants to cover their scars.”

I stepped back. “I already have an appointment.”

“So formal.” He smirked enough to let his fang pinch his lower lip.

From twenty feet away, a pair of glasses shimmered and through them, back eyes fixated on me. A dark haired, olive skinned kid in a blazer and khakis came strolling over. His lopsided smile and shorter stature disarmed any panic button that might have triggered from being spotted. I hated being seen. Being seen meant trouble.

“Excuse me,” I dismissed Thomas and stepped up to the new guy.

“Hello,” the new guy said. “Are you Makayla?” He looked behind me and frowned.

“Yes. Are you Diego Sanderson?”

His attention came back to me and he nodded with that disarming grin.

Oh, thank the lord.

Diego was no taller than my own five-foot nine height. Messy, short, black hair, nerd glasses hiding his soft brown eyes and a face that screamed naïve, take advantage of me made a world of difference relieving my apprehension. “Donating” my blood to wanna-be vampires paid the rent but made for nerve-wracking first meetings.

Behind me Thomas’s buttery voice sent my spine rigid. “Sanderson.”

Diego flicked his eyes over to Thomas, grinned and nodded. “Hi Tom.”

In etiquette terms, Diego might as well have slapped Thomas in the face. Shortening a vampire’s name, even a wanna-be vampire, was like telling him his rank and title were worthless. I knew of some humans that didn’t like their names shortened. But these people weren’t vampires, or rather pretending to be vampires. A group of humans that had no idea about the horrors they badly portrayed.  

“I was not done talking with the lady.” Thomas stepped closer to my back and dread sunk all the way to my feet. He might not be a vampire, but he ignored personal space like any other undead.

“She came here for me.” Diego extended his arm, inviting me into refuge.

A warm hand settled on my shoulder and words whispered in my ear. “Don’t go with him, Makayla.”

Diego remained smiling but his eyes grew intense. He was no longer looking at me, but at Thomas.

The pause in conversation sent the tiny hairs along my neck to stand on end. Thomas’ hand slipped off my shoulder and Diego broke out in another grin. This one triumphant.

“Makayla, let’s talk away from prying eyes.” Diego swept past me and back towards my car.

I looked back to find Thomas ramrod straight, lips pressed thin with a look of pity in his eyes. “It was nice to meet you, Makayla.” Then Thomas turned disappeared into the fray.

“Wait!” Damn. Thomas seemed the best candidate for finding out information, but I pulled myself together and followed Diego towards the parking lot. Catching up to him was easy even if he marched on a mission, but I didn’t let my guard down.

“Excuse me, Diego, that’s far enough.”

He turned and flashed wide eyes of worry but managed a pleasant grin. I was beginning to see how he used his innocent look to his own favor. I held out my palm. “This is as far as we go.”

Diego took my hand in both of his. Brown doe eyes peered into my soul. “Kayla, I understand about your reservations, but I need you.”

His puss-in-boots power of cute harmlessness nearly undid me. Voices in the back of my mind, soft but insistent offered assurances. He won’t hurt you. You can trust him. There’s nothing to fear. Go with him. Gentle, invisible hands pulled me forward.

“Stop.” I shook my head and tried pulling away from his hold, but he didn’t let go. “I don’t know if you’ll hurt me, I don’t believe I can trust you, there certainly is something to fear from you and I’m not going with you.”

His eyes widened as his lips parted and his face paled. “There certainly is something different about you.”

I tried tugging my hand free again, but he held it firm. “Let me go.”

“I can’t.”

“What?” Oh god. What have I gotten myself into? I craned my neck to see if I could find someone, anyone. Where was Lily when I needed her?

“Kayla!” Diego grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his chest. “Don’t make me do this.”

“Let me go!” I struggled.

“If you go with me now you can name your price.” His eyes pleading, still soft, urged me to take his offer.

“I can’t name my price if I’m dead!”

The look of horror on Diego’s face couldn’t be faked. But I brought my knee up between his legs.

He swerved, and snarled, bringing down the mask of innocence he represented so well. A faint red light glowed from inside his pupils and his grip ratcheted tighter.

Oh shit! How had I misjudged him so badly.
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Struggling College Student Feeds Vampires for Money...

1/16/2020

 
Welcome to the new 2020 format theme where text comes first and picture second. The short reason is... my internet is slow. The extended explanation is in this blog post.

Since this update is about Blood Money, I'll give you the run-down...

Blood Money Update 3 (January 2020)

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BLOOD MONEY IN RED


There is something freeing about having an outline for a story. It's a base. While one of my mentor's, John Truby, boasts most successful authors write an outline for a story, I know of some pretty successful authors that don't use an outline. At all. Like, none. 

Sometimes I think an outline is used for showing to an editor, publisher or director/producer that you have an idea and to prove you know where to go with that idea.

I love the outlining process. It's almost my favorite part. But writing for me has always been about self discovery. It's a discovery of the world around me. I may want to go to Tibet, and I can... with my imagination from just a few pictures. 

Everything about the world is part of your own interactive experiences. 

Our everyday experiences are what we are, what we have, and give us meaning. 

The grand scheme of things (of the universe) are not within our grasp. Yes, we're aiming for mastery of everything. But, if we were puppet masters of the universe then we'd know more about the mysteries of life. 

But we don't.

We are Jon Snow. (We know nothing)

Daily experiences are our way of being part of the scheme of things. I've always loved Alan Watts and his take on the "bigger scheme" of existence:
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https://genius.com/Alan-watts-the-dream-of-life-annotated
And with those words to ponder you might think, what does story and existence have to do with each other?

Now, because I feel like going down a rabbit hole, I'm going to *squirrel* for a moment and talk about technology and state of affairs...

Don't worry, it won't be as boring as it sounds. I promise. 

Everything I say is profound. (Eye-roll)

Really, this won't be painful.

I'm not that smart.

Many see the side of technology taking away jobs and that's fine. I know all about survival and doing things you need to do to survive. Like taking a shitty job to make sure you and your family have money to be okay. 

But what people don't see is that they have the opportunity to go find something to do that something they really like. Something that will change the world. 

Desperation has been the single most affluent culprit of human advancement

Let's say you've just been fired from your shitty McDonald's job that really should have been seen as a start of your career, not a place to wallow and meander while you live paycheck to paycheck and never going out of your way to sloth through life.

Desperation sets in.

How will you pay rent?

How will you get food?

How will you get another job?

Nobody likes to feel desperate, but there you are, a week away from homelessness. Yes, you feel weak. You feel devastated. You feel lost. No, you are not the only one whose lost your job. Droves of people are applying for the same positions as you.

But there are endless testimonials of people who've shaken themselves off the ground and found the earth-shattering, life-changing thing they want to do. 

Effectively, you should thank McDonald's because they told you to go fucking find the thing you love to do and make money doing it. 

But there are plenty of people who look around and find a job right away that's similar to the slothing they've done since the beginning of their working ability. To those people, I'd say... 

Thank goodness you found a job. There is no shame in tucking your potential to take care of family. Or, you must not be ready for your own greatness. 

But those people, who found another job at Burger King, failed to rise above, they failed to become the underdog. They did not find the thing that wanted to do to make money for the rest of their lives.

OR DID THEY? 

Maybe that waitress job is hard, but they love the service they provide people.

No, it's not giving out plates of food to the homeless but it's service. 

Maybe they are giving their all to cooking, cleaning, or *name a menial task here* and this IS their life's work. 

What I'm getting at is...

Technology can only do so much.

One day, technology may replace the worker in the field that farms. I've seen farming machines you can buy for five grand. Technology already helps doctors diagnose what's wrong with patients. Did you think people spin little bottles of your blood sample all day long? If you had a robot assistant, that technology could keep you alive longer and also give you independence long after your nineties. Care giver robot at my beck and call? I can't wait to scream, "Siri! Get me some water!"  

Plus, do you really want to work at McDonald's all your life?

If you do, then, why? What makes it worth your time?


Anyway, I can see this has gone down the rabbit hole a bit. I'm supposed to give you an excerpt and maybe a character sketch, but now that I have my mind running in circles I think all I have the energy for is an excerpt! 

How about it?

Excerpt from WIP title: ​Blood Money
​© 2019 S.N.McKibben​

No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted without written prior permission from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, incidents and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


This is a totally unedited chapter. It may or may not stay the same after final edits and it may or may not remain in the story.

If you find any grammar, spelling or punctuation errors, please let know via the comments!! I may not get to them here, but I the final product will see them.

​Thank you!

Blood Money

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Yellow eyes followed me as I walked near the edge of festive college students all pretending to be something they weren’t. For the fifth time I faced my friend, Lilly. But I didn’t look at her. No, my eyes traveled back to my faded blue Honda sitting in the parking lot of yet another rave.

“You won’t find any answers in your car.” Lilly’s topaz eyes sparkle in mischief.

“They’re all insane.” I glanced back to the throng of people and pulled the delicate silk scarf around my neck higher.

“Maybe.” She stepped forward, looking into the crowd. “But your appointment is waiting for you.”

Lilly knew just enough about me and my mission to hopefully point me in the right direction. Or rather, a person in the right direction. While this “appointment” Lilly said was a long shot, for my mother’s sake, I had to try.

The celebration was an invite only party. Lucky me, my friend secured the whereabouts, and everyone was tight lipped about what went on here. Not that anyone was doing anything illegal. Well, except for drugs maybe, but if anyone besides their inner circle knew what went down, it was likely the police would show up. If my vanilla mocha drinking butt got put in the slammer… well, I’d heard women inmates were hard core. I shuttered, not at the company behind bars, but because it reminded me too much of my past.

But the drugs weren’t the unusual part of this rave.

The same pair of cat-like eyes staring at me from inside the edge of partygoers tilted, daring me to enter the fray. The man attached to those eyes was a blond, tall, gorgeous pretender.

He wasn’t the only one wishing to be somebody else. Something else.

A sea of black lace, gothic motif and a range of contacts from color enhancing to pupil altering relaxed my nerves. The monsters I dealt with did everything within their power to fit in. These people were doing anything to look like vampires. If only they knew the reality.
Mr. Gorgeous Pretender smiled and flashed a pair of porcelain canines far longer than any humans.

“Dear lord, is that Diego Sanderson?” I whispered over my shoulder to Lilly.

But she was gone.

Typical. She always left the fun part to me.

“What’s your name?” Mr. Gorgeous loomed over me. He held an air of superiority in a black suit that could make a girl swoon. But he reminded me too much of the monsters that drained my kind dry over and over. His vertical slit iris contacts were too spot-on, his needle thin canines too life-like, and he spoke without a lisp that real people with removable teeth could not imitate without practice. Lots and lots of practice.

He stared at me, waiting for an answer, bemusement curving his lips.

​Catatonic helplessness rooted me to the spot. I looked everywhere—anywhere else. I tried shaking off the terror, assuring myself with the blade under the ankle of my jeans, and reasoning with all I knew about real vampires. His skin was too rosy to be undead. If I could reach out and touch him, I bet I’d find warmth. His pupils didn’t dilate. But there was so much he had right. The motions, the look, the insufferable confidence. Everything was too coincidental for him not to have at least seen an eternal damned. 
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This marks the end of this excerpt for today. I'll keep you appraised of the story next month! If there isn't a "next episode" button, check the sidebar under categories and click "Blood Money" for other updates! 

Until next time...
...happy reading!

~ Stephy

Expedition Unknown

1/9/2020

 
Expedition Unknown chronicles the adventures of Josh Gates as he investigates iconic mysteries across the globe.

Gates begins by interviewing key eyewitnesses and uncovering recent developments in the story, then springboards into a fully immersive exploration. This authentic, roughshod adventure leads Gates closer to the truth behind these unanswered global enigmas, such as the disappearance of Amelia Earhart’s plane.

Josh Gates is an adventurer and avid explorer with a unique brand of humor and passion for off-the-map excursions.
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Unique brand of humor and passion for off-the-map excursions

That's exactly what I would say─Unique─if I were being politically correct. Otherwise, I'd call his humor a tiny bit douchie with a lot of campy jokes that I can't help but laugh along with every time.

But when those puppy-dog eyes come out when Josh is talking to an expert, trying to understand a myth, legend or an unknown, I can't help but love him even more. 

He's large and not the typical looking athletic type but we've seen him climb, dive, rappel, and crawl through vertical tunnels without much room in awkward, clumsiness at times but also as if he's had experience in these dangerous tasks most of his life.

Call me impressed.

​He makes one think they could even be an amateur explorer with the right equipment.
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Intrigued by legendary mysteries and driven by curiosity, Josh Gates is on a mission for answers.

`Exhibition Unknown' chronicles his global adventures as he investigates iconic unsolved events, lost cities, buried treasures and other puzzling stories.

Armed with a degree in archaeology, a quick wit
 and a thirst for action, Gates investigates recent developments before embarking on a detailed exploration. Whether he's trekking through Fiji in search of Amelia Earhart's remains or diving the deep seas of Panama to locate Captain Morgan's pirate ship, Gates' roughshod expeditions lead him one step closer to the truth.

Only, every episode doesn't give many answers and many times I'm left unsatisfied because mysteries left unsolved make me frustrated and does not give me my dopamine fix!! I want answers! 

However, there is a good side to this. If there are no answers, there are theories. And theories can turn into stories.

See where I'm going with this?

It leaves me wondering and wondering is good for storytellers. The mystic realms is a place to dwell on answers that may never materialize.

Insatiable need to understand will tumble a person into madness. 

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So on one hand it's awesome that Josh doesn't drive us over the edge to insanity like Gold Rush or Vampire Island. We don't get stuck on one legend or another and I do appreciate that. With one exception.
The Secret by ​Bryon Preiss.

THIS SECRET

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NOT THIS SECRET

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To set up the puzzle, Preiss traveled to different locations in North America to secretly bury a dozen ceramic vases, or, as he called them, "casques." Each casque contained a small key that could be redeemed for one of 12 jewels Preiss kept in a safe deposit box in New York.

THE SECRET: A TREASURE HUNT by Bryon Preiss is a book of images for treasure hunters to decipher and find buried treasure. 

Bryon Preiss went around the United States burying ceramic keys inside ceramic boxes inside clear, plastic boxes. Anyone who finds and mails the key to Bryon Preiss' estate will receive a real gem.

It kind of reminds me of a Turducken.

Josh Gates dedicated a series of shows around The Secret and it was the only show that actually got a resolution. It was amazing. To actually see the hard won gem, the dedication it took to find the box, the amazing research and insight it took to find buried treasure was an adrenaline rush and we were just watching the mystery! 
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Three of twelve gems have been found. 

Which means there's treasure out there in North America. Preiss' legacy continues.

Happy 2020 Hindsight!

1/1/2020

 
Woot!! Another year, another gif. 

This year, I'll be looking into a different format for my blog. Not as in a different web hosting format, but more like a style format. 

You see, I have a slower computer than most of the world. 

I don't know about you, but I don't have 1,00,000,000,000,000,000 kill-o-terra-whatevers-KB's that give me my web page before I even ask for the results on my internet.

Loading anything on my computer that takes any kind of internet access is slow. At least it's count the seconds slow, not the minutes slow.

But slow enough to be annoying when I'm reading an article only for the words to be shoved down the screen when the picture decides to finally load. 

Usually, it's the article I'm interested in, not the picture. Sure, images are nice, but what I find matters is the words.
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Typical─that I'd be interested in the words being an author and all...

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So...

From now on, I'm going to have words before the picture on my blog. This is so that other people with slower than the fastest internet possible won't be annoyed with the loading of pictures because... 

I can't be the only one with slow internet.

Okay, so here's a wish for 2020... 

FASTER INTERNET!
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I live in the Styx so wish me luck! As Dove says─In your dreams, baby!

​
Here's to 2020! 

This is the year I looked forward to when I was in the 1980's and wondering where I'd be.

Kinda like those "Where do you see yourself in the next 20 years" type of question.

Well, hello future/past Stephanie! Here you are, the Stephanie of 2020, on 27 acres of land, 3 dogs, 1 cat, 4 goats, 6 chickens and 3 keets. 

Welcome to paradise!

Now, here's a note to the future Stephanie of 2021. 

Keep writing. 

You're getting way better!

But I'm sure you knew that already!

Make sure to remember the days when Emma still walked on her own and when Mimi ran around the fields. Remember that she's the reason why we have ONLY 6 chickens and 3 keets. Tieberius still barks and howls to pass Emma. So do all the other dogs. 

Remember when Terra Sedo was home to 50,000 bees.

2019 was a struggle, but it was also where you learned new techniques to publishing. 

Mom still rides Okido and they are going to 3rd level. 

Papa has many dogs at the Casa and Christy works many days.  
My hope for 2020 is to find more success in publishing.

But really, it's to be able to keep doing what I'm doing. I like my life right here. These are the good times. Keep them rolling!
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