c.o.’s “monthly” updates—oct./nov./dec. 2025
hello hello! been a while, hasn’t it? i didn’t really mean to stop doing this, but things have been rather hectic for the last few months. i’m also sick as i’m typing this up, which isn’t my favorite thing in the world, but i swore i would get this done.
i had a pretty long and severe mental health crisis, which finally hit its peak this last month. i won’t go into detail about it, but i am safe and stable now. that being said, i am giving everyone a reminder that if you are having a mental crisis, please reach out to your friends or family—anyone who will listen. you don’t need to suffer alone. there’s nothing brave about it, all you’re doing is making things worse for yourself. please talk to someone if you need to.
HOWEVER. i have some good news: i did eventually finish the initial draft of soggy! i realized that all of the important things were in place and more or less coherent, and while i didn’t meet my original word count, i still have it done and met my new year’s resolution. now to the actually fun part: editing! i’ve always enjoyed editing far more than i do drafting, and i think i’ve finally reached a point of wanting to keep going. it was very difficult to reach that point, but i’m nothing if not stubborn. i’m sure i’m on track to get this done by the publishing date i announced back in september. i hope you all enjoy how much of a disaster lucifer ends up being… he wreaks absolute havoc and i love it. michael also sucks but for a different reason. i’m very excited to see what you all think of everyone!
another good thing: i reached 100 followers on tumblr! i never thought i’d have that many… i know in the grand scheme of things, a hundred people isn’t that many, but that’s more than i’ve ever had and that many people wouldn’t fit in my apartment building. thanks to each and every one of you. i hope you stick around. <3
besides that, there’s not too much else to share… i’ll be purchasing ISBNs soon (which is horrifying to think about because it is so incredibly expensive), and i’m pretty sure i’ve settled on a cover artist! now just to wait impatiently for the next four or so months until tax returns so i can actually commission her. patience was never one of my virtues so it feels like i’ve been waiting forever.
things are moving along, albeit a little slowly. but progress is progress, and i hope you’ll be with me through it. happy new year!
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“But aren’t you lonely all the way out here?” Michael asked, accepting the cup of ginger tea Bael passed him. His friend’s small bamboo hut was simpler than anything he had seen in the proper city of Heaven, raised from the ground by posts and sparsely decorated; there was a brown and black woven rug on the floor and cushions in the chairs, but not much else. “Do you have a housemate?”
“It’s just me.” Bael settled in the chair across from Michael, furrowing his brow. “Is that really so odd?”
“To me.” When Bael blushed, Michael laughed. “I don’t think I could handle living alone. I need other angels around.” If Michael was ever alone, he wasn’t sure what would happen. He’d gotten too used to mornings with Lucifer and Asmodeus, too used to being greeted by just about every angel he passed. If all of that changed one day—if angels turned their faces from him and said nothing, if Lucifer ignored him—what would he do?
He must have been making an odd expression, because Bael reached out to touch his wrist. “Brother, are you alright?”
Michael hummed, bringing his cup to his lips and drinking. The tea warmed him all the way through, pushing away the vague unease that had made itself known somewhere around his heart. “Sorry. I was just thinking.” He didn’t like thinking too much, had always preferred turning his senses to the noise and world around him. He needed the overwhelm more than anything, more than the flesh he wore that still felt a little strange, even now.
