Mercy Celeste

Best laid plans. I need to just stop planning. That’s all there is to it.

Two tornadic and one ice event in the last 13 days. It’s been a… something. Don’t know what that something was but it was definitely something. Sorry.

I have no plans for this post. Just to let y’all know I’m still kicking.

I’m still kicking. Not much else going on. Trying to stay warm.

I live where there are alligators. I live where there are hurricanes. I live where there are venomous snakes. I live where there are flying palmetto bugs (type of cockroach), and big spiders, and humidity, and summer lasts seven to eight months of the year. I don’t live where the air hurts my face. I do not want to live where the air hurts my face. I actually like alligators.

Whoever left the arctic freezer open, please come and take your weather back. We don’t want it.

So… what’s going on? with you? I’m frankly, exhausted and have more or less given up, but that’s everyday.

We’re all fairly healthy right now. Considering. No one is dying of covid or in the hospital. So I guess that’s all that matters. Any day when you’re above ground is a good day, I guess.

It’s been a minute since I updated on the books… no I’m not writing. Pretty sure that’s done. I have no interest in creating anything. The 33 published works are all on Amazon. I pulled everything from Kobo and Apple. 22 titles are in Kindle Unlimited. 12 of those will fall out of Kindle Unlimited in a month. 11 are for purchase only. 1 of those can never return to Kindle Unlimited. I think I might make $300 bucks this month. Wheee.

Uh… I left social media. Except for TikTok. I have no plans to return. I might post ads on IG and Threads. You’ll find blog posts shared on FB and the site formerly known as twitter. All news and updates are now exclusive to this blog.

Meh. I’m cold and tired and Saturday is my birthday. I bought the makings for my own cake. I bought myself a couple of presents. I’m just hanging on until my youngest graduates high school on May 13th, and turns 18 in June. It is what it is.

After that, I’ll figure out what is next for me. Because I don’t fucking know. Maybe I’ll write again. One day. I just don’t know. Every time the urge hits, new horrible shit happens in the writing world and I think, you know, maybe it’s best to just let that all go away. You were famous for a hot minute. Be happy it happened and grateful you’re not in the world of whatever this mess is now.

Anyway, that’s it for me.

Hoping your winter is going well. No floods, tornadoes, or ice storms where you are. Wonders if it’s possible to move to Australia for the winter months… but kangaroos freak me out. They look like deer that walk upright and can kill you if you look at them funny. Yeah, their snakes and spiders and stuff like that don’t bother me. I’m from Florida. The whole state could kill you. Lower Alabama has the same stuff as Florida. Just not kangaroos. Or moose. Moose freak me out too.

Peace,

Mercy