The year 2026 has arrived, and so with it, my goal to post even if I’m the only one who sees it.

How do I put this nicely? The year 2025 can go suck a shoe that has been traipsing liberally through a Walmart bathroom. There are many years that I would never choose to re-live – 2025 is at the very top of that list.

There were creative troubles.

Employment troubles.

The worst part of the year was the passing of my father. When the grief is less potent, I will share more as well as delve into my precious memories and tell stories about him.

So, yeah, 2025 can take a flying leap. No parachute for you!

I’m here, though. I made it. I also made some goals for myself.

1. Post here more. I mean, I think this needs no explanation.
2. For years before my father passed away, he kept on telling me he wished I would sit down and finally start writing the book he seemed to believe was inside of my head. For him, I’m going to work on that. It’s a daunting process, but I owe it to myself to try.
3. I’m going to try to read more and DNF (translation: did not finish) less. How many great books did I miss out on in the last few years because I couldn’t get by the first few chapters?
4. Watch more horror movies. I used to love watching horror movies. Ever since I was a child, and it was highly inappropriate for me to be watching them (seriously, where were the adults?), I’ve made horror a strong part of my personality. It is high time I went back to my basics. Back to my roots. Is it possible to capture the thrill of fear when you’ve become jaded?
5. Explore potential new hobbies. How did I come this far without exploring different things I might be good at? I could be a mean, green (secretly Kermit, by the way) sewing machine (ha! see what I did there?), and I might not know I have these powers! Or maybe cooking? Baking? Watch out, Ramsey, I’m coming for you!

Until next time! Let’s hope next time isn’t about seven months from now!

Siemelle

p.s. Yes, I am transitioning away from referring to myself in the third person.